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Mar. 30th, 2003 03:17 amWell, I never got around to watching Strictly Ballroom last night -- I just sorta wandered to bed. Tonight was almost a wash too. After getting home from rehearsal (in the pouring rain) around 7:15, I wound up taking a five hour nap, but then I made dinner, and watched the thing, and eventhough my back and shins are killing me from clomping all over the theater, I feel pretty decent (a decent tech run today, helped, a lot).
I tend to despise romantic comedies, mainly because they tend not to be funny or romantic. In fact, I find the vast majority of them to be like women's magazines -- all about making you feel bad, buy stuff, and figure out how you're going to trap a man, because afterall, what is a woman without one. How boring.
What's so lovely about Strictly Ballroom, is instead of saying "What's wrong with you that your life isn't like this?" it says, "Of course life is like this. Don't worry so much." I mean, it's just charming. It's so easy to see a romantic film and lament the nature of one's relationship(s) or lack there of, but this just isn't one of those movies for me. I could have been dumped five minutes ago, and I'd still just think "oh, how lovely for them!"
Anyway -- more tech tomorrow, then Monday off (well, other than school) and then previews open Tuesday.
Meanwhile, I need a massage, in a big, bad way. I hurt _so_ much. But, I need to come up with an exercise plan for myself for when this show ends (other than the impending tango lessons), because it seems utterly foolish to get to whatever state this work is going to get me and then let is slide so I can hurt all over again on the next taxing project.
I tend to despise romantic comedies, mainly because they tend not to be funny or romantic. In fact, I find the vast majority of them to be like women's magazines -- all about making you feel bad, buy stuff, and figure out how you're going to trap a man, because afterall, what is a woman without one. How boring.
What's so lovely about Strictly Ballroom, is instead of saying "What's wrong with you that your life isn't like this?" it says, "Of course life is like this. Don't worry so much." I mean, it's just charming. It's so easy to see a romantic film and lament the nature of one's relationship(s) or lack there of, but this just isn't one of those movies for me. I could have been dumped five minutes ago, and I'd still just think "oh, how lovely for them!"
Anyway -- more tech tomorrow, then Monday off (well, other than school) and then previews open Tuesday.
Meanwhile, I need a massage, in a big, bad way. I hurt _so_ much. But, I need to come up with an exercise plan for myself for when this show ends (other than the impending tango lessons), because it seems utterly foolish to get to whatever state this work is going to get me and then let is slide so I can hurt all over again on the next taxing project.
