Something rotten
I’m seated at Tea Lounge in Park Slope because I’m a bit afraid to go into work (nasty deep cough, red runny eyes) and I’m going to the doctor in a few hours; our internet has been out STILL at home (Verizon never apparently sent the technician on Tuesday, and they’re officially on my hate list, which is short owing to my general affability toward humankind) and so I’m here using theirs and drinking Moroccan mint green tea. Blessed throat relief.
We saw the Wooster Group’s production of Hamlet last night, which was experimental and crazy. Basically, they took the 1964 Richard Burton stage production that was filmed in front of a live audience and edited it so the speech was in iambic pentameter. They run it through monitors around the stage so the actors can watch, and then they projected another more edited version (with people erased from the background) and the actors essentially imitate the actors on the screen they’re watching.
It’s a bit bizarre and they splice in other random productions (Charlton Heston, and did you know there’s a film version of Hamlet with Bill Murray?!) but pretty cool to watch. Daniel, the lead from The Cult of Sincerity (the film Tom just finished) is in Hamlet as a host of different characters.
Ok. Off to go get medicated . . . I hope.
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