My darling girlfriend and I went through our independently-arrived-at Fringe list last night and – sorry ladies! – discovered we’re pretty compatible after all. I’ll write em all down a little later today and you can all enjoy taking potshots at my poor judgment or telling me what great taste I have.
One area we divided on was a few of the Shakespeare-based pieces. The one with the clowns I wasn’t surprised about – the poor girl finds them creepy. A few others, however, she said she was going to pass on because she was just “Shakespeare’d out.” She’s not alone on this one. Over on the enjoyable Fring&Purge blog (which has some videos of performers if you need some help deciding on some shows) Trey Graham voices a similar feeling.
What the bleeding Jesus was going on in the minds of the 19-odd people who’ve decided to stage clown Hamlets, all-female Much Ados, movement-based sonnet evenings and other Shakespeare-derived shows at Capital Fringe — which, if I may just point out here, opens just as a six-month-long orgy of iambic pentameter has finally wound down?
I mean, no offense, but no way am I signing up for y’all’s shows. And if I accidentally wander into a Fringe venue and hear somebody speaking verse, blank or otherwise, I’m going to quit taking notes and use my pen to puncture my damn eardrums.
To each his own. I think I’ll see at least one of those shows that I cannot convince my beloved to attend.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
