Theatre!

[sabotabby]

My parents, lovely people that they are, dragged my wretchedly ill ass to see My Name Is Rachel Corrie at the Tarragon. It was quite good. My reservations* aside, it was well-written, well-acted, and managed to convey the horrors of the occupation without feeling particularly like propaganda.

Anyway, so while we were waiting, we saw the list of upcoming plays at the Tarragon. They all look pretty awesome, to the point where I'm thinking of getting season tickets, but the highlight?

They are OMG doing The Black Rider, which is my favourite musical of all time that I've never seen on stage because hardly anyone does it.

*squeal*

Is it can it be time to get excited about going to the theatre in Toronto again?

* I would like it if instead of making a play about the one photogenic American killed in Palestine, they would maybe, for once, make a play about the thousands of Palestinians who have been killed in Palestine. It's like white people won't watch a play or movie that doesn't have a white main character. Not to diminish Rachel Corrie's heroism or the tragedy of her death, but she understood, and it's made very clear in the play, that it wasn't all about her.

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[zingerella.livejournal.com]

My mom, of all people, took me to see Serafina! (the play, not the movie), which was a play that had no white main characters at all, and that lots of white people watched.

Of course, it also had singing and dancing, along with the massacre.

[sabotabby]

Singing and dancing seems to prove an exception to the rule.