Inland, Dreaming of Waves

Oh, it's the work week again

It's the end of the weekend, and I feel a little bit sad because I have so much left to do. But I had lots of fun this weekend, including shopping, returning, and more shopping, and birding. We even went to see a play.

I knew nothing about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, except that those characters escort Hamlet to England in Shakespeare's play. And this particular company (Upstart Crow) tends to hire some really good actors and some really mediocre ones. But every performance in this production was excellent. The two actors in the lead roles fed off each other wonderfully well, which was essential since much of their dialogue was repetitive questions about the meaning of life or memory. The repartee and physical comedy were wonderful. When they disappear at the end (even though they're already dead, according to the title), it was poignant.

The program described the plot as a play within a play, but it's not that, it's more like the random thoughts of two characters inside a play, waiting for their cues. Or like a Jasper Fforde novel in which people from the real world visit the book world and watch characters going for a smoke between scenes, as if it were a movie set. The same line appeared in both: "It is written."

It reminds me how much power writers can have. We can get words in the dictionary, inspire psychos, set trends, but most of all, we can show people the life they want.

posted by Price of Silence @ 9:43 PM