Last weekend was the regional one-act play competition, which went amazingly well. The adjudicator was great, unlike last year's ditzy and unprofessional and slightly offensive adjudicator, and everyone had a fabulous time.
The mime act wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was way, way worse. It was some sort of anti-war statement, but aside from "making a daisy chain" and "running from bombs" and the obligatory "getting trapped in a box", I couldn't really tell what the hell the guy was doing. "Is he strangling a crocodile or boiling an egg? Why does he keep bowing?" I had to chomp on my lip the whole time to keep from laughing.
The Outstanding Production award went to the latest comedy from the dude who has mother issues (every year, he writes a play about a hilariously domineering mother who browbeats her son). Instead of breaking the fourth wall like he usually does, he told the story of a woman who annually hires three actors to stand in for her real sons and takes them to a posh French restaurant. Unlike her real sons, they all adore her and have become very successful - but the youngest son is new to the job and can't get his lines straight.
The final show was done by a group of young 'uns, late teens or very early '20s, who pulled off some incredible, Tim-Burton-like special effects in a comic ghost story. One ghost had been chopped in half, so his legs (with guts sticking out) did a jig, while his top half (with guts hanging down) told jokes. Very clever and inventive stuff, especially for a 30-minute show.
Petscop: Overview of Video 5
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