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Sunday, July 26, 2009

Les Miserables! (Incredibly long review, mostly boring)

Last night I had the privilege of seeing my favorite musical, Les Miserables (edited to fit in the time alloted), at Community Players. It was the student version, which surprisingly left in all of the bad words and racy bits, and cut out some of the more repetitive and annoying parts. I was impressed.

Jean Valjean was reasonably well-acted and well-voiced, though I could tell where his natural range stopped and his falsetto started. However, "Bring Him Home" hit me with a resonance I had not anticipated; it felt natural, even to someone like me who knows how very out of character that song actually is.

Javert was a very good actor, with excellent facial expressions and powerful nonverbals. His singing voice was... not entirely unpleasant... but it wasn't all that full or powerful, which is what Javert's singing part really requires.

Fantine was very good indeed. Her "I Dreamed a Dream" certainly sounded good, and it was very sad, but it wasn't exactly heartbreaking. Although her verse in "Lovely Ladies" was tragic and, in fact, heartbreaking. I liked the way she acted out the hallucinations in her death song, too.

Eponine was quite good as well. "On My Own" was very good, both dreamily uplifting and sweetly sad. Her acting was also very good, with a roguish grin plastered on her face at all times, just as an Eponine should have. (Although her hat was gray. Eponine's hat is always, always brown. What the heck.)

Erik Lehmkuhl's younger sister Laura was playing the Thenardiess (Madame Thenardier to some), and did so admirably. She was very funny and had a very nice voice, and I thought she made a lot of the scenes she was in.

Thenardier was also very, very good, sounding very much like Alun Armstrong, whom you can hear as Thenardier on the Original London Cast and Tenth Anniversary Cast recordings. I was very glad they left in the part where Thenardier gets Cosette's name wrong; it was one of the things I liked best about the performance I saw at U of I back in high school.

Little Cosette was very cute, with adorable blonde hair and a pretty smile. Her "Castle on a Cloud" was shorter than usual (due to the cuts), but this didn't bother me; I don't like "Castle on a Cloud" much.

The production used the long version of "Little People," Gavroche's song. This surprised and pleased me greatly; I love the long version, and it has not been in common use to my knowledge since the Original London Cast back in 1985. Gavroche was really cute, too. His voice had to reach a little to hit those high notes, but he was really cute and enthusiastic.

The actor playing Marius was none other than Kyle Holliday, the golden boy of Tri-Valley Talent Shows past. (Although he does look rather older than he did when I saw him singing "Wonderful" from Wicked.) He had a nice tenor, though rather nasal. This is actually quite typical of actors portraying Marius; I have no idea why.

Cosette had a nice, lilting soprano. Oddly enough, she too was a bit nasal. This is also typical of actresses portraying Cosette. (On this note, please refrain from mentioning the name Tracey Shayne in my presence; I am likely to dig my nails into something or someone.)

Quite possibly my favorite of the actors was Enjolras, the leader of the revolutionary students. Most productions give him an ugly black wig, though in the book he was blond, but this actor was a redhead, which made me smile. And he was excellent. Better by far than some of the actors on the recordings.

The production made me cry a grand total of five, possibly six times. I cried when Fantine died. I cried when Eponine died. I cried when Gavroche died. I cried when the revolutionaries died (especially that amazing Enjolras). I cried when Valjean died. I can't remember whether or not I cried when Javert died, but I have a suspicion that I did. A roaring success.


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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The Murder of Roger Ackroyd: A Hercule Poirot Mystery (Agatha Christie Collection)
By Agatha Christie
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Updates and YET ANOTHER writing idea

Sayonara, HCC! And good riddance to bad trash!

To anyone reading this, whoever you may be, if you take anything away from this blog at all, take this command. Not a suggestion, a command. Read John Green's Looking for Alaska.

And I now have in my possession a true behemoth of an MP3 player. My mom really took to heart my humble request for an iPod for graduation, and I am now in possession of a 120 GB (!!!) iPod classic. That's six times bigger than the computer from which I write this.

Life in the Slow Lane has been put on permanent hiatus until I find the strength to face its sheer boringness. Right now too much nothing is happening. Instead I turn my focus to the sheer adorableness and tenacity of Lorna Mickelsby.

Who is Lorna Micklesby, you ask? She's a consulting detective in the tiny village of Dovetail Green. Lost cats and missing jewelry seem to be all she gets in her line of work. Until...

Yeah, I have some fabulous ideas for murder mysteries. Good ones, really good ones, with suspects who are actually suspicious, unlike the ones in MBTB. The first is as yet untitled, but I have the crime and the culprit all worked out. The second is to be called A Murder Develops, but all I have so far is the person who finds the body (who is, just to get it out of the way, entirely innocent). There will be more, but I do not have titles or central ideas yet.

I know what you're thinking, I know. ANOTHER idea that will probably never get off the ground. But I have actually already started, so there!

And I am making very very slow headway on Part Seven: Hatchell Hall. I hope it is finished before the end of the month, and when it is you guys will be the first to know.

Ciao for now!


Sunday, April 19, 2009

Stuff.

I don't know why, but I find myself becoming more and more anti-Twilight with each passing day. I guess it's the fans. They do incredibly stupid things just because they have turned their lives into a waking walking obsession. And when someone insults that obsession...

...things like this happen. http://twilightsucks.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=fangirls&action=display&thread=5143

And this: http://twilightsucks.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=fangirls&action=display&thread=12055

And this too: http://twilightsucks.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=fangirls&action=display&thread=9462

I have also been having lengthy discussions with my cousin about whether or not "My Immortal" is the work of a troll. She insists that it is, and I'm beginning to agree. If you don't know what "My Immortal" is, you should try taking a look at what Encyclopedia Dramatica has to say about it: http://encyclopediadramatica.com/My_Immortal. If you're brave, they even have links where you can read it.

Script Frenzy seems to be going down in flames. :( I will win one of these Aprils.


Sunday, March 01, 2009

Well, then.

Now that I have seen a whole bunch of drunk people, I have more motivation than ever to become a teetotaler for life.

Seriously. So on Friday my dad asked me to go to Cheeks to be his designated driver. He told me he would buy me a sandwich and whatever (non-alcoholic) drinks I would like. I started out with a Shirley Temple, which I proceeded to spill all over a cell phone, pair of glasses, and birthday card (feeling particularly guilty about the latter), because the table was too small to accommodate it. I then switched over to water, and I ate a pork chop sandwich and a piece of birthday cake. I was singing along with the gentleman who was playing keyboard and guitar, and during one of the breaks he walked up to me and said, "Thanks for singing along. You know more of the words than I do. I look at you for the words." I felt pretty good about that.

Then Dad decided he wanted to go to Mustang Sally's. We got there, and it's pretty much body-to-body. Some people were even smoking, which is obviously not legal in this state, and the DJ even stated once that "Everybody who is smoking needs to please go outside." So it turns out it was karaoke night. I heard more Bocephus (that's Hank Williams, Jr. in non-redneck terms) and Johnny Cash than I ever thought I would. Dad went over and signed me up to sing "Piano Man," one of my favorite karaoke tunes. I rocked it, totally nailed it, but the applause was meager. *le sigh* I did get a lot of shoulder-claps and pats on the back, though, so maybe it didn't totally fall on deaf ears.

Anyway, seeing my dad in the condition he was in... it made me realize that I never. Ever. Want. To. Get. Drunk. Even those other people in Mustang Sally's... some strange lady walked up next to me and put her hand on my stomach. I kind of freaked out a little, but I said nothing. I don't want to randomly touch strange people. It might lead to situations in which I never want to find myself, if you know what I mean.

So, kids. Moral of the story is... drinking can be really, really bad for you.


Thursday, February 26, 2009

IT'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD

DAWSON LAKE WAS OFFICIALLY REOPENED TODAY.

:,)



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