This week on The Americans, no one is killed unless you count killing a corpse that is already dead, and no one is tortured except maybe Nina who is stuck with a new roommate and that can be the worst! You can read my entire recap over at HNTP or you can just go there and check out their various and sundry offerings. Or stay here and check out my various and sundry offerings. OR GO LOOK AT THIS REALLY GREAT NOVEL WHAT I WROTE! OR THIS ONE!
Are You Afraid of the Dark? — Iolanta/Bluebeard’s Castle at the Met Opera
We caught last night’s “double-bill” performance from the cheap seats – or rather standing room. We “won” the rush ticket draw for the premiere on January 26 what got cancelled due to the subway closings in preparation for the blizzard that wasn’t. We were really looking forward to a romantic walk home, maybe stopping at every open bar, diner and Dunkin Donuts on the way, but it was not to be. We tried rush a couple more times but didn’t win, so we went with the next best thing. And while we really don’t mind standing – the better half wants a standing desk at work – when a well-heeled couple asked if they could trade with us at half-time because they were leaving early, we didn’t refuse.
So what did we think?
First Iolanta: When a humongous holographic deer was projected onto the stage it looked like a great start. But the setting and stage direction, which at first seemed beautiful, began to grate. Iolanta lives in a house within a secluded garden. The house has a wall with a door. but otherwise it’s only a framed room. It seemed in the beginning there was a rule, and characters could only enter or exit through the door, so I “imagined” the clear walls were glass, as other characters could see through them, but Iolanta couldn’t hear through them – unless they were speaking to her directly. But then about halfway through people could walk in and out through the frame. As in many operas, conversations take place in front of a character on stage who is not supposed to be able to hear what the Continue reading Are You Afraid of the Dark? — Iolanta/Bluebeard’s Castle at the Met Opera
You See What I Did Here
Simmons was drinking alone and waiting for opportunity, which soon arrived in the form of a slim dark-haired beauty who brushed past him – deliberately he thought – then sat at a stool one over from his.
The first thing that struck him was her scent, probably some fancy perfume – fresh, floral but not heavy. It reminded him of something, but he couldn’t place it. Subtle. She looked his way. Their eyes met briefly, and she turned her head.
“Could I buy you a drink?” He asked.
“I suppose,” she said, in a tone that implied surprise at finding herself in a hotel bar in midtown at two in the morning on a weeknight, as though the whole concept was somehow amusing.
He took in more of her as the bartender came over. Her dark hair had a hint of auburn, more visible when the light hit it or when she moved her head. She wore it loose, below her shoulders, slightly unkempt, but in a way that seemed deliberate. Bedroom hair, he thought. She was leggy, though not exceptionally tall. He didn’t know much about clothes, but sensed her black dress wasn’t cheap. Nothing about her seemed cheap, but he knew she was a whore nevertheless.
“The lady’ll have …” he looked at her, waiting.
Downton Abbey — Season 5 Episode 5 Stupid Games
In this week’s episode we bid adieu to two characters that won’t be missed, but helped make Robert look good. There’s an actual physical altercation. Rose meets a fellow. Mrs. Drewe almost explodes. And cocktails! Please go over to Happy Nice Time People now to read my recap.
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The Americans are Back and I’ll Be Recapping
That’s right boys and girls! Just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be recapping The Americans over at Happy Nice Time People — the bestest blog in television recaps. This should be interesting, and strangely enough was my idea. A couple of years back I wrote a rather uh critical piece about the show right here on this blog. I stand by it. The characters are not two dimensional, but the history is wrong. It’s a version Dick Cheney would applaud. St. Ronnie Rayguns is credited with ending the evil empire with military contracts. The episode that drove me over the wall involved a fantasy version of the civil rights movement that J Edgar Hoover would have loved. So I’ll call it as I see it as I make with the snark. Hope you’ll join me!
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