Well, dear readers, it is late and I must write these here notes in a hurry because I think the telephonic device is going to ring fairly early in the morning. So, let me just say that yesterday was Monday. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, yesterday was Monday. And they say we never have up to the minute news here at haineshisway.com. I managed to get nine hours of sleep and good sleep it was. Once up, the helper game by briefly, I answered e-mails and then I went and had a Mexican Bowl for my main meal o’ the day. After that, I picked up a package and some mail, then came home.
I did some work on the Kritzerland show, and am hoping we have some news on our musical director today. Then I found some wacko folder on Facebook called “filtered” messages, with stuff going back to 2009 – messages I’ve never seen, mostly spam, but some interesting stuff from real people. I answered all the ones that were real. I had several more telephonic conversations, cleaned up a bit, and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu and Ray entitled Try and Get Me, a powerful little motion picture I’ve been a huge fan of for years. I had one of the only 16mm prints of the film and I had it with its original title of The Sound of Fury, which, unlike Try and Get Me, actually describes the film. It’s based on a true story that was also the basis for Fritz Lang’s Fury. This film stars Frank Lovejoy in perhaps his finest performance, along with a loony Lloyd Bridges, Richard Carlson, and a large cast. The direction by Cy Endfield is really good, and it’s a shame that he had to move to England to make films, thanks to the blacklist. There’s a wonderful score, too, by Hugo Friedhofer. There’s never been a decent home video release, but this one from Olive, which credits Paramount as the rights’ holder, which doesn’t sound right to me at ALL, is quite good. This comes highly recommended by the likes of me.
Then I watched a bit of A Kiss Before Dying, the movie from Ira Levin’s brilliant first novel. The film isn’t nearly as brilliant, despite good direction by the underrated Gerd Oswald. Part of the problem is Robert Wagner, for reasons I won’t get into, and part of the problem is that the book’s brilliant twist is a literary device that can’t really work all that well in a film. I’ll talk more about it when I’ve finished it.
Then I listened to some music and did more work on the computer and on the Kritzerland show.
Here are a few more photographs from the LA show. First up is our faboo dance number choreographed by Cheryl Baxter – I wanted a salute to all the great 60s dance crazes, and here they are all in one number entitled Hullabaloo. Left to right we have Prisca Kim, Kole Martin, Alexis Jackson, Elle Willgues, Kasper Svendsen, and Paola Fregoso.
Next we have Shawna Merkley and Robert Yacko in one of the Then and Now sketches we have peppered throughout the show, this one written by David Wechter.
Here’s Robert Yacko singing my song C.C. Brown’s.
And here’s our entire company just about to take their curtain call.
Today, I have some telephonic conversations to do in the morning, then errands and whatnot, banking, hopefully I’ll pick up some packages, and at some point I’ll eat something.
Tomorrow we have a pick-up rehearsal. Thursday is a two-show day, one at three and one at seven-fifteen. Friday I have stuff to do then we have our evening performance, and Saturday we close with a two-show day. I’m sure we’ll go out afterwards for a little celebration.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, have telephonic conversations, bank, hopefully pick up packages, eat, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite books and plays of Ira Levin? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have informed everyone that yesterday was Monday.