Mi madre me contó que yo lloré en su vientre.
A ella le dijeron: tendrá suerte.
Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida
al oído, despacio, lentamente.
Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive!
Era la muerte.
-Jaime Sabines
Cary Grant never went to the gym. Only took the stairs every day. Never an elevator. WOOOF!
Are there ever white lies saving a painful blackened blugoned truth?
Is art ever a lie that makes us realize the truth? Surely we trust the paint and materials and cannot be moved for the reality?
He said, She Said
Wouldn’t the title be more Gertrude Stein without a comma? Not sure Stein was fond of a single voice unless her own. Discuss Vassar.
Harvey Weinstein had a terrible disease. Ultimately treatable for him, perhaps, but for his victims caught in the web of a horror sci-fi mutation? Forever scared. Saddest and most damning was that Weinstein betrayed the trust and belief of so many around him who wanted to believe in the dream. Saddest of all, his beautiful wife Georgina.
Now there exists a culture where trust is dying. Film director John Waters at a film festival years ago ‘you now need a lawyer by your side to ask someone out on a date’. You can’t flirt anymore for fear. Brava Catherine Deneuve for defending ‘the flirt’ years ago. Do we erase an entire body of French cinema? Flowers can’t be sent for fear of a restraining order. One needs a body cam both sides on a date. Yet romance seems to have survived. For some.
Somehow.
Remember what you said about your father Rebecca all those decades ago? It came true. Opening not the door for fear.
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.
An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow
In case burning up in my return to Earth is the consummation devoutly fervently wished by some..Once Upon a Time…
Oh, and if you see some rats at your next Bernard Telsey casting don’t be alarmed.
Why do I think Jessica Chastain will triumph in A Doll’s House on Broadway?;)
Still a very strange thing attending the theater particularly for plays hundreds years old. Why do some of us do that! One could argue seeing these stories played out everyday in the news 24/7 so why go back in time?! Perhaps to remove oneself from all the ‘noise’? The selling of news. Tragedy.
Not having a go at news channels.
Think about it: most of the greatest plays concern lies. Not necessarily liars. Nonetheless. Trapped in that cocoon of possibility. Who are we to say/judge those dreams and ‘white lies’ mightn’t be realizable?! And we watch. For some strange reason we watch. These creatures believing, tormented, suffering. Rarely is there a ‘happy ending’.
Mentioned before on this blog seeing Isabelle Huppert Covid live-streamed Paris in The Glass Menagerie. For all sorts of reasons, not necessarily idealistic, live theater will not die. Those loyal patrons, for whatever reasons, will help finance a new model for live theater. You’ll be able to link to a LatinX movie star performing in a Buenos Aires theater etc etc. in your Wales/ Wyoming/ West Virginia cottage. A filmed production say from of an off off West End show. You may never even seen New York!
So why? Is it too provocative to say that seeing the news makes you feel alone? Not documentaries yet..am I a part of this? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Never that question in great theater. Never. One is both complicit, a victim, a witness. CSI, Law and Order etc doesn’t/can’t compete with that!
Great new series Poker Face (dropping final eps into March). No-one at the Grammy’s tonight would be like Chloë Sevigny's character now would they? The spirit of Columbo story lines live! Did Rian Johnson happen to watch Dr.Ratowski by any chance? Great minds think alike.
Don't be a pawn, be a Queen!
Trying not to end on a 'downer' for Valentines Day. Is there ever a ballad that isn't Adele? Unlike the daily news, though, you will never walk alone. That's the power of music. Never forgot hearing Guess Who I Saw Today for the first time sung by Carmen McCrae. We never had this in my teenage ‘Renaissance bump’;) Talk about brilliant lyrics. Like Sondheim, you can't just sing this material. The body aches and bleeds without ne'er a ripple. Congrats Samara Joy.
Cheslie Kryst (April 28, 1991-January 30, 2022)
