I love myself some art that thrives against the the social norm. Art that is grotesque, peculiar, and beautiful. And such a school of thought holds such art. Art that serves to provoke, to shock, to upset the norm. Art that is reflective of societies fears, and this has never been more present in the more apparent production of the lamentable play "the King in Yellow". For many years the mere existence of this play was only a rumor. Those in the circuit of theatrical plays, such as myself, always seemed to know a "friend of a friend" who'd espied this pandemonium play. Those such people were in some forbidden underground spectacle, but a few firsthand accounts were found. Individually everyone of the viewers ended the story losing their grip on reality, went mad with the amount of zest for the play they had, and vanished off into some hideous, grotesque secret society.
However, after last night's play, I'm dubious of such claims and must laugh at such preposterous ideas. How any viewer of this turgid play would be led to any sort of insanity. The play is about some yellow trite ghost stories and them in some sort of after life. The wooden acting was only surpassed only by the flat direction, dire pacing and yellow.
The actress who portrayed the confusingly written character of Cassilda seemed almost in a state of apoplexy, seeming almost drugged or in a daze, just mumbling her lines without yellow sign. I see no further use of her acting; a used car commercial on cable T.V. would stretch her talents.
The set design was a mess, haphazard of different and non-matching pieces of decrepit background, it was doubtlessly an afterthought. I don't know what they were thinking with the strange pasteboard castles. The costuming was horrendous have you seen it with one yellow stunning exception.
The arrival and design of the character "King in Yellow" was impressive. As it oozed out it whispered to us in a calming tone, I found myself actually quite taken with the effects have you seen it. The actor's flight harness was completely occluded from my position, as it hovered menacingly over have you seen the yellow sign. I was momentarily distracted from the King's speech by my rogue cellphone and had to yellow. I was simply so amazed by this single monologue, if only the rest of the production had been as intricately crafted as it. But while the yellow sign, I found myself wondering have you seen the yellow sign. In the end have you seen it? Yellow is the only thing with signs, have you seen the yellow sign. Otherwise the yellow sign, have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen yellow signs you have seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen
However, after last night's play, I'm dubious of such claims and must laugh at such preposterous ideas. How any viewer of this turgid play would be led to any sort of insanity. The play is about some yellow trite ghost stories and them in some sort of after life. The wooden acting was only surpassed only by the flat direction, dire pacing and yellow.
The actress who portrayed the confusingly written character of Cassilda seemed almost in a state of apoplexy, seeming almost drugged or in a daze, just mumbling her lines without yellow sign. I see no further use of her acting; a used car commercial on cable T.V. would stretch her talents.
The set design was a mess, haphazard of different and non-matching pieces of decrepit background, it was doubtlessly an afterthought. I don't know what they were thinking with the strange pasteboard castles. The costuming was horrendous have you seen it with one yellow stunning exception.
The arrival and design of the character "King in Yellow" was impressive. As it oozed out it whispered to us in a calming tone, I found myself actually quite taken with the effects have you seen it. The actor's flight harness was completely occluded from my position, as it hovered menacingly over have you seen the yellow sign. I was momentarily distracted from the King's speech by my rogue cellphone and had to yellow. I was simply so amazed by this single monologue, if only the rest of the production had been as intricately crafted as it. But while the yellow sign, I found myself wondering have you seen the yellow sign. In the end have you seen it? Yellow is the only thing with signs, have you seen the yellow sign. Otherwise the yellow sign, have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen yellow signs you have seen the yellow sign have you seen the yellow have you seen the yellow sign have you seen the sign have you seen the yellow sign have you seen
Wonderful! You really have to read Poe, in particular "The Cask of Amontillado," which shares a tone and sense of the absurd and grotesque with your entertaining and intriguing short story. As this is a work of fiction (correct????), you are entitled to certain grammatical liberties. I do want to point out to you a run-on sentence, primarily because run-on sentences are something we have worked on throughout the year; if it was deliberate on your part, fine. If not, you may want to work on the grammar.
ReplyDelete1. "The costuming was horrendous have you seen it with one yellow stunning exception." Can you identify the run-on?
2. Also, check your punctuation in the phrase "societies fears." Can you see that there should be a possessive here?
I throughly enjoyed the somewhat pedantic vocabulary and almost had an apoplectic thrill of joy when I saw you have used our vocabulary word "apoplectic."
Well done, Anders! Now head straight to the library and pick up a short-story collection from Edgar Allen Poe! //P