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rubykatewritingFirst of all, I do not do theater – I haven't since high school and really, under Ms. Goforth and Mr. Stonebarger even that tiny bit doesn't really count – so this is the opinion of someone completely removed from the process of putting on a play, at least in the semi-professional sense. Now that all being said and done, I thought the play was okay. I think they could have done with a few more rehearsals because some of the transitions and some of the action – specifically when Kaffee, a.k.a., JENSEN, sucker-punched Dawson in the stomach – was of the OMFG!AWKWARD!, people. I cringed it was so awkward. I also felt like Jensen played it a little too broad, playing a little too hard for laughs, but then I chalk that up to him being used to the close-ups of TV. He can play it a little more subtle on the tube, whereas here, EHHHH.
The rest of the cast was pretty fantastic, and Lou Diamond nailed the last courtroom exchange. His arrogance was palpable as Jessup, but in that final scene he made me understand why he did what he did – i.e., order the code red – as well as his contempt for those on the outside (or even inside but on the extreme periphery) of the military who take for granted what he and others do to protect our country. I understood where he was coming from, but I didn’t agree with his methods. So, you go, Lou Diamond. He also played it up when the fangirls in the crowd totally started whooping it up when they thought Jensen was coming forward for his bow. He was rather fucking awesome about it, and so the fangirls totally rewarded him by whooping it up big time just for him.
(Side note: hey, fangirls, you were a wee tiny itty bit embarrassing with your boisterous laughter and oohs and ahhs EVERY TIME Jensen cursed. Yes, I love fuck and bullshit as much as the next girl, but sweet fancy Moses, ladies, it isn’t that fucking impressive.)
And of course, Jensen. Our seats were about five rows back from the stage on the right side of the theater (downstage left, yes?) so when Jensen made his entrance for his first scene, he flew right past our seats. I didn’t realize this until Ngoc totally started spazzing beside me, and then when he flew back by us, I said, "Officially the best seats ever." Unfortunately, I did not realize these seats put us on the opposite side of a lot of the action so I soon learned I spoke way too soon. I did get quite a lot of Jensen’s ass (and back), which isn’t nearly as impressive in person, or in Navy dress pants (gotta say, I prefer my man ass in Marine dress pants).
As mentioned above, the rest of the cast – it was all local, save for the actor who played Markinson who hails from Boston – was excellent. Notables: the actors who portrayed Sam, Dawson, Downey, and Kendrick.
Thankfully the drive was rather easy, and we made really good time. My lovely Bonita got some fantastic gas mileage, too. So, yeah. All in all a good trip. We stopped by Cheddars for dinner on the way out of Fort Worth and had some of the best cheese fries ever in the history of ever. Seriously, we finished the plate and ate about four bites of our meals before we asked for to-go containers.
And I finally got to see Knocked Up, which was so fantastic. Funny and emotional and wonderfully honest. I just. I may end up seeing it in the theater again, and it WILL be finding its way into my DVD collection.
The rest of the cast was pretty fantastic, and Lou Diamond nailed the last courtroom exchange. His arrogance was palpable as Jessup, but in that final scene he made me understand why he did what he did – i.e., order the code red – as well as his contempt for those on the outside (or even inside but on the extreme periphery) of the military who take for granted what he and others do to protect our country. I understood where he was coming from, but I didn’t agree with his methods. So, you go, Lou Diamond. He also played it up when the fangirls in the crowd totally started whooping it up when they thought Jensen was coming forward for his bow. He was rather fucking awesome about it, and so the fangirls totally rewarded him by whooping it up big time just for him.
(Side note: hey, fangirls, you were a wee tiny itty bit embarrassing with your boisterous laughter and oohs and ahhs EVERY TIME Jensen cursed. Yes, I love fuck and bullshit as much as the next girl, but sweet fancy Moses, ladies, it isn’t that fucking impressive.)
And of course, Jensen. Our seats were about five rows back from the stage on the right side of the theater (downstage left, yes?) so when Jensen made his entrance for his first scene, he flew right past our seats. I didn’t realize this until Ngoc totally started spazzing beside me, and then when he flew back by us, I said, "Officially the best seats ever." Unfortunately, I did not realize these seats put us on the opposite side of a lot of the action so I soon learned I spoke way too soon. I did get quite a lot of Jensen’s ass (and back), which isn’t nearly as impressive in person, or in Navy dress pants (gotta say, I prefer my man ass in Marine dress pants).
As mentioned above, the rest of the cast – it was all local, save for the actor who played Markinson who hails from Boston – was excellent. Notables: the actors who portrayed Sam, Dawson, Downey, and Kendrick.
Thankfully the drive was rather easy, and we made really good time. My lovely Bonita got some fantastic gas mileage, too. So, yeah. All in all a good trip. We stopped by Cheddars for dinner on the way out of Fort Worth and had some of the best cheese fries ever in the history of ever. Seriously, we finished the plate and ate about four bites of our meals before we asked for to-go containers.
And I finally got to see Knocked Up, which was so fantastic. Funny and emotional and wonderfully honest. I just. I may end up seeing it in the theater again, and it WILL be finding its way into my DVD collection.
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Date: 2007-06-14 12:08 pm (UTC)I gotta say, in person, he looks his age. He looks like a man. Not that he doesn't look like a man every other day of the week, but seriously. I would probably notice him and think, "Hey, cute boy," but I don't know that I'd think him extraordinary or anything. Like, if he were a co-worker, I'd totally crush on him and chat him up whenever.
And now I sound really special. As in "stop eating the paste!" special. Ahem.
Plus, Paul Rudd = cute, adorable, funny love that should never have its screentime cut.
It's like he got an extra special dose of something. He's just AFRICKINDORABLE. Perhaps it's in the twinkle of his eye? Or the fact that he can totally air-piano? Or that he'll always be a little bit Josh from Clueless to me and thereby the aforementioned AFRICKINDORABLE? These are the many questions that clog my brain at any given time.
AGAIN! With the SPECIAL! And I'm going to stop writing now.