Another day, another matinee. This one was a nice adaptation of an ancient northern Indian (that's Indian Indian, pardner) epic play, The Clay Cart. The name is kind of like calling WWII the battle of Stalingrad, but it seems to go well with the alternating serious and joking around the play does. Or maybe it is the modern adaptation? They are usually pretty serious about getting the meaning and much of the words out there for the audience to decide. In fact, they never change the words for the Shakespearean plays, though they may cut a whole scene. I guess The Clay Cart treated seriously the dumb things we do that should be laughed at, and not so seriously the really serious things. The players, of course, made it worth staying for 3 hours.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
21 May 2008
The Clay Cart
Another day, another matinee. This one was a nice adaptation of an ancient northern Indian (that's Indian Indian, pardner) epic play, The Clay Cart. The name is kind of like calling WWII the battle of Stalingrad, but it seems to go well with the alternating serious and joking around the play does. Or maybe it is the modern adaptation? They are usually pretty serious about getting the meaning and much of the words out there for the audience to decide. In fact, they never change the words for the Shakespearean plays, though they may cut a whole scene. I guess The Clay Cart treated seriously the dumb things we do that should be laughed at, and not so seriously the really serious things. The players, of course, made it worth staying for 3 hours.
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