Thursday, September 13, 2007

"Aaah! Rosebud!" Pictures

So, one day I will write again. Filling these empty pages with thoughtful words and observations on the condition of being human and other viruses that have plagued our lonely mother ship we call Earth, I will trudge through the episodes of my life and verbally abuse the sensitive eyes of the avatars who inhabit the internet in place of their human and invisible counterparts, all the while mumbling the mantra "a life unexamined and so on and so forth" like a prayer, like an apology, like a hope, like a dial tone, like a solution, like a bomb, like a string, like a root, like a roof, like a coffin, like a pill, like a mother, like a writer.

Until then, for you viewing pleasure, "Aaah! Rosebud"

















Friday, September 7, 2007

The Dead Report comes to "Aaah! Rosebud"

Review: Aaah! Rosbud

Thunderbird Theatre Company's unabashedly goofy homage to that sled at the heart of Citizen Kane is most enjoyable when the physical silliness is at its peak. When, for instance, heroes and villains duke it out with stale Italian bread (all in the name of appeasing one very evil toy of wintertime), the audience can't help but laugh along. In these slapstick moments, it's hard not to get sucked up into the world of writer (and radio news personality) Peter Finch. But in this two-hour-plus evening there are also several scenes low on shtick and heavy on dialogue. In those chatty interludes, the play lags and the glaring disparity between actors with true comedic chops and those without becomes painfully apparent. Still, there is something delightful and infectious about Finch's story and the cast members' willingness to throw themselves into whatever nonsense they're called upon to perform. Bring your rowdy friends who can't get enough broad, cheesy humor, and you're in for a night of frothy fun.