Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Cushion Forts
So the one-act festival thing I was writing for ain't happening. For me, anyway. But other friends with means are interested in the play. Extending it into a full-length, no budget extravaganza, which despite how it may sound, could actually be really fun. The play makes a tall order for suspension of disbelief, anyway. I'm likening it to when you were a kid and had no money and were forced to make fun out of cushion forts...
Anybody? Cushion forts?
The 4th was spent in the Republican wet dream of Coronado. So many red, white, and blue outfits. T shirts, bathing suits, hats, jogging uniforms. And more rich white folk than you can shake a stick at. I suspect we would've seen more of America at its proudest had we not been sitting in someone's backyard all day drinking PBR and watching fireworks over the bay. (By the way, drunk people trying to paddle boat is highly entertaining).
We capped the three day weekend with a viewing of Top Gun, because Marah had somehow escaped it. Now, the homoerotic over/under tones have never been secret. But someone made the point that the story's a metaphor for one (very dangerous -- chompingly dangerous) man's journey into full-fledged homosexuality, which I decided is a nice way to define a sum of the movie's parts. Well done TG scribes. Well done, indeed.
And then, still drunk from two days ago, we crashed out at 9.
So the one-act festival thing I was writing for ain't happening. For me, anyway. But other friends with means are interested in the play. Extending it into a full-length, no budget extravaganza, which despite how it may sound, could actually be really fun. The play makes a tall order for suspension of disbelief, anyway. I'm likening it to when you were a kid and had no money and were forced to make fun out of cushion forts...
Anybody? Cushion forts?
The 4th was spent in the Republican wet dream of Coronado. So many red, white, and blue outfits. T shirts, bathing suits, hats, jogging uniforms. And more rich white folk than you can shake a stick at. I suspect we would've seen more of America at its proudest had we not been sitting in someone's backyard all day drinking PBR and watching fireworks over the bay. (By the way, drunk people trying to paddle boat is highly entertaining).
We capped the three day weekend with a viewing of Top Gun, because Marah had somehow escaped it. Now, the homoerotic over/under tones have never been secret. But someone made the point that the story's a metaphor for one (very dangerous -- chompingly dangerous) man's journey into full-fledged homosexuality, which I decided is a nice way to define a sum of the movie's parts. Well done TG scribes. Well done, indeed.
And then, still drunk from two days ago, we crashed out at 9.
