Wednesday, October 03, 2018

I was meaner

This doesn't happen very often. 

I'm trying to get better at differentiating between the lower stars.

Friday, September 28, 2018

I saw a show on Wednesday. I'm anxiously waiting for my review to be published. In the meantime, there's this perspective.

Monday, September 24, 2018

I expected this (requested by the child) to be a pack of nonsense. I was consoled by The Guardian's film critic who went so far as to make it the film of his week. And then it turned out to be a lovely shiny romp. But the second film this year to feature an almost entirely non-white cast and for this above all, it should be celebrated. For those that really know their stuff, I gather it's spooky. I'd almost watch it again out of anthropological curiosity. And because the script was funny and sharp. And they were all very beautiful.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Manabloodylive. This.

I walked back along the high street to the tube station, my mouth twisted into a snarl.

She is so funny and so sharp and so feral and so jumbling the action all in together in a way that only makes it better and so kind and so achingly on the money insightful and so fierce and boisterous and bold and smart and she looks about bloody twelve not that young people can't have brilliant valid raw for being so recently experienced experiences and opinions too.

And blah blah yes the actors were excellent and the set was excellent and the music nailed it and the lights were tight and tidy.

But that script.

Need to do better.
Not precisely my cup of tea but it was ever so well done and the set was magnificent.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Ahhhh, #edfringe.

I caught three five star shows in three days in the final days. Cora Bissett's What Girls Are Made Of which made me cry and cry for the shameless honesty of her storytelling.

David Ireland's Ulster American was sharp and dark and funny. And made me realise I could go some as far as my script writing is concerned before I am there. Wherever there is.

Electrolyte was just (not just at all) a little piece of magic. Or a big roaring euphoric romp of a show. Depending on how you'd like to look at it.

And now it's done. *sniff*

Friday, August 24, 2018

This was total tosh. Though had more merit than the sort porn they served up the weekend before. This time, I don't agree with Joyce. (Her thoughts are printed but not yet made it to t'internet.) You'll have to wait with baited breath to see what merit she saw that escaped me. But Lyn. Go, girl! I wish I'd said that.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Stumbling under the pangs of loss for my #skirt, I have been filling the void (inadequately) with reviewing.

Most reviews are fairly straightforward.

This, this and this were excellent. This was stunning. This knocked my socks off. And this is magic. I saw some other less memorably wonderful though perfectly good stuff. Some stuff I struggled with.

Oftentimes, the star rating is really obvious. Sometimes, I really dither. Sometimes, I even yearn for the Evening News' attempt to address the need for a half star by giving their reviewers seven stars rather than five. Other shows, I've been extremely grateful I wasn't reviewing.

This was a dither. But I went with my heart. And have just been pathetically vindicated by Joyce.

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