Oh...kay....
Jun. 20th, 2007 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreams of going to a show that was, at the same time, being in the show. A Cabaret, I believe, but it was about two people who lived in an apartment, in a student art district, across from a movie theater, a cabaret theater, and a Can-Can studio. The guy said "Okay, I don't know that I can do that; live across from both a can-can theater and the cabaret." The play opened with the female lead singing an arria that expressed her need, desire, rise and fall of life in the joyous beautiful, melancholy swell.In a converted train car, with a stge up front, and we got seats near the window, off to stage left, but that's exactly where she started singing: outside of that window, in a street, on a stage, spotlight and all.
It transitioned from the audience watching her sing, to the two of them, with the same view as we had, staring at their new neighbourhood. She had an audition, that day, at all of the theaters.
In the next scene, now a life lived, rather than watched, they were waking up in a much nicer place, a better bed, together, and he was telling her that they had to get up. Sleepily, she said, "I don't have to be on-set until noon, I have the most loving husband in the world, and I have a wonderful job where I get to make people happy, all day. Our life is very good, right now."
At the play house, she was on-set doing something, and in the background a satirical piece about Superman, and the fall of the American Empire. The whole world was Communist Controled. The military were everywhere, the producers and set directors had to answer to the government oversight officials, on the lot, the main one of whom was played by Nicolas Lea. There were no unions, for the actors or set workers, but they had borrowed things from government facilities, and just had to have them back.
The director of the Superman movie was the weasly sort, with the nervous lustfulness, and the look that made you just feel dirty, if it was directed at you. He was interested in the girl, making the offhanded advances, and she deftly moved them aside. But how long could she keep it up, before he got insistent?
The girl was a combination of Jenna Elfman and Angelina Jolie, in looks and personality. The Guy was kind of like a younger Raul Julia, slightly more subtle than dramatic.
Bleh... Morning...
It transitioned from the audience watching her sing, to the two of them, with the same view as we had, staring at their new neighbourhood. She had an audition, that day, at all of the theaters.
In the next scene, now a life lived, rather than watched, they were waking up in a much nicer place, a better bed, together, and he was telling her that they had to get up. Sleepily, she said, "I don't have to be on-set until noon, I have the most loving husband in the world, and I have a wonderful job where I get to make people happy, all day. Our life is very good, right now."
At the play house, she was on-set doing something, and in the background a satirical piece about Superman, and the fall of the American Empire. The whole world was Communist Controled. The military were everywhere, the producers and set directors had to answer to the government oversight officials, on the lot, the main one of whom was played by Nicolas Lea. There were no unions, for the actors or set workers, but they had borrowed things from government facilities, and just had to have them back.
The director of the Superman movie was the weasly sort, with the nervous lustfulness, and the look that made you just feel dirty, if it was directed at you. He was interested in the girl, making the offhanded advances, and she deftly moved them aside. But how long could she keep it up, before he got insistent?
The girl was a combination of Jenna Elfman and Angelina Jolie, in looks and personality. The Guy was kind of like a younger Raul Julia, slightly more subtle than dramatic.
Bleh... Morning...
