Monday, January 24, 2005

Film, opera, theatre

Film
Game 6, Don DeLillo's first screenplay, premiered at the Sundance Film Festival:

Theatre in New York seems to exist in a world of its own with a unique community, characters, and lifestyle. (During the 1980s, this was even more the case, far from the corporate Times Square of today.) For New Yorkers, the universes of theatre and sports have always had a particular relevance, with a day-to-day effect on people's lives and a significance that gives them allegorical weight.


It's a day in the life of a playwright who skips opening night to see the historic 1986 World Series. Reminds me of the opening scenes of Underworld. See Speed of Life for some background and DeLillo-inspired art.

Opera
Elvis Costello will create an opera based on songs written by Hans Christian Andersen for Jenny Lind. The Secret Arias is scheduled to be performed in 2006.

Theatre
Helena today begins "theatre" classes. Last term's "music" classes having been deemed a success, the daycare continues to expand their artistic horizons. I'm dreading the end-of-term recital — I picture a dozen 2-year-olds milling about, waiting for Godot, or someone, all wearing mismatched shoes.

1 comment:

Müzikdüde said...

RE: Film.

Generally, I go see a movie to be entertained. If I want to enter into deep thought I'll read a book.

That said: I've found that any movie that wins something at a film festival is a bit too artsy for me. I'll just read the book. The best critics I know are my friends. We all tend to enjoy the same things. That's why we're friends. The last thing I need is for some panel of french critics telling me what is good. They look for minor little details in a movie that are lost on me. I'm looking for a story not some expression of a director's passion.
It's like art...if I want to "feel" the artist, I'll go look at the originals on canvas at the gallery. If I want a general impression of what the artist does I'll buy a book of lithographs.
I can ooh and ahhh at a movie but I can throw my whole being into a book. I think the critics dig too deep.

I'm rambling...