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I have a lot of things that are making me feel like I'm chewing on tinfoil right now, but here, have something that makes me very, very happy.

I love Katie Mitchell. She is an awesome director and if I were to wake up one morning and be just like her, I don't think I could find it in myself to be sad about it. Because she does things like this:

It's film. It's theatre. IT IS BOTH AND IT IS GLORIOUS.

And she says stuff like this:
If for example, there are four themes in a play, a director will have an affinity with one theme, possibly with two. If you just direct one or two of those themes, you will be directing only fifty percent of the play.

SING IT SISTER.

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So today, Dave set me the hard task of manning his office while he is at a faculty meeting, which consists of dicking around on his computer. He specifically mentioned YouTube, so I've been surfing around there for about the last... ten minutes, but that is enough. Why is it that I can sit there and watch videos for HOURS when I have things to do but when I'm going to be paid to do it I mosey over here to LJ to tell you all about it? I don't know.

I should take this time to work on my paper. I brought my computer and things with me so that I wouldn't have to come back out for the RUR reading that my classmates are doing tonight... and also because I think I'm starting to get on my roommate's nerves and quite frankly I don't blame her. We've basically been shut up in the apartment together since Friday afternoon and I could use the breathing room.

I did find one hilarious video.

There are MILLIONS like this one on just about every outrage imaginable and they're quite addictive. This one doesn't get too funny until the last one, there's also a very funny one about McG directing the Spring Awakening movie (for reals) and another about season five Supernatural (made before the season premiered). We are the internet and we are INSANE.

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So having never seen Katie Mitchell's production of The Seagull at the National (I was about half a year too late, DAMNIT), I have to say that I probably shouldn't talk, but I read this (rather negative) review:

As her loveless, emotionally disturbed son, Ben Whishaw makes a wilfully cool and composed Konstantin. Perhaps the fact that Crimp has cut his role down to raw basics explains why Whishaw expresses such muted grief or suicidal despair. He no more matures or changes than does Hattie Morahan's dazzled but insufficiently harrowed Nina.
Okay I could buy the point about Nina, and it's been awhile since I've actually read the play in depth so feel free to correct, but isn't the point of Konstantin that he DOESN'T change and he ISN'T going to change? He can't be anything but he is, and turns out that's not so good for him as an artist, and isn't that what drives him to take his own life?

Eh. I always do this. I always want to defend meanies who look down on something I like/likely would have liked. I am very picky when it comes to my work, and easy to please when it comes to everyone else.


(I have the first paragraph, and that's the easiest part, right? Right?)