Story of my life. Okay no. But that was my weekend.
Monthly Archives: June 2009
Wow. I have never been in a show that had this many reviews come out after opening weekend. Continue reading
Dan Soloman writes “Varenhorst’s performance is the finest on an Austin stage so far this year, and Jemison’s brings a resigned longing to a part that had the potential to be little more than the Hooker With A Heart of Gold stereotype straight out of a 1940s Hollywood studio picture.” He also tackles the questions raised by the play itself in a way that is entirely fair. I think I’m going to email him and tell him about how the play used to end, before Press-Coffman altered and republished it. I would share that with you, but then, there’d be spoilers and distractions. Ask me next Saturday and I’ll tell you everything.
Show tonight at 9 pm sharp. See you there.
I shot this and another rant a few weeks ago here in Austin. If you haven’t seen the site, they take submissions of anonymous craigslist-style rants and then have actors dramatize them as monologues. Take a look on your lunchbreak. There’s a lot of comedy gold there. Plus, you’ll recognize a lot of the best actors and improv personalities from Austin.
“This drama about mind and spirit and love and grief has much to recommend it.” Of course it starts with a diss, but what Barry Pineo review is complete without at least one?
Michael Miegs captures the atmosphere of the show and says some nice things about the performances – a wonderful first review. Thanks for coming out to our final dress rehearsal Michael. We are very grateful.
No one ever says it. The only way you would ever know it is if you read it in the script or the program before the show. She is referred to by other characters in the play as “that hooker,” “the whore.” “a prostitute,” and conversely, “a nice woman.” She is all of those things. The story doesn’t tell you much else. Everything we know about it her is contained in the interactions she has with Kyle, a man taking comfort in her body while mourning his dearly loved, dead wife. Getting to know another person intimately is not why he’s seeing her. So we are left with what he shows us – brief snapshots into her life in the hotel room where he visits her for loveless sex. Narrow windows into knowing what she is beyond a woman who sells her body for money.
All of my friends that have seen the show have a comment on what kind of whore they expected to see. They joke about it, partially I think to dissipate the residue from the grief still palpable in the air after the show – you were “classy,” you were “dirty” you were “nice for a whore.” Joking aside, I’m finding it fascinating that there are so many assumptions that come to mind when thinking of these women, but that no actually knows anything about them really. Or I didn’t anyway. Still don’t. But I came to admire Kathleen for her curiosity. Her sensitivity. Her toughness. And her heart.