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angevinyaoiz · 5 months
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merry crisis!
Anyway did u know for 5 bucks on gumroad u can get the LA Theatreworks 2001 live audio Recording of James Goldman's play The Lion in Winter w/ Alfred Molina as Henry II?
And if u have an account on hoopla, it's free!
Highly recommend if you've enjoyed the movie. The play has a lot more lines and fun details, and the style of this recording is a lot more quick paced, with the live audience giving it some humor and liveliness.
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jamiemarsters · 1 month
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Pic of the Day: James Marsters looking wickedly good in this @latheatreworks promo pic for She Stoops to Conquer 2010
@realjamesmarsters #JamesMarsters #SheStoopsToConquer #WickedlyGood #AndJustATouch #Naughty
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booksandwords · 11 months
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The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
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Read time: 🎧 1:02 hours 🎧 Rating: 5/5
The quote: My wife, my colleagues, my students, my books, my observatory, my. . . my world. . . where are they? Did they ever exist? Am I Richard Pierson? What day is it? Do days exist without calendars? Does time pass when there are no human hands left to wind the clocks? — Professor Pierson
I grew up listening to Jeff Wayne's musical version of the War of the Worlds, which I recommend btw. So I was well aware of the story. Even though I've never seen a film. But this is how I think War of the World should be enjoyed. I know Wells wrote the short story in 1987 but to me, it is Orson Welles' 1938 production is what made it infamous. This particular version is War of the Wards as read by the cast of Star Trek. It was performed and recorded for Halloween by the L.A. Theatre Works in 2009. how I wish I'd been there when they recorded it.
Some random comments and a couple of quotes.
Gates McFadden is fantastic as the reporter Carla Phillips she has the voice for it. Her tone is perfection.
Leonard Nimoy is the astronomer Professor Pierson. His initial sense of scepticism comes through brilliantly, it must for a pure scientist. The transition he goes through is so effective as times get dark, as the new reality sets in.
Armin Shimerman as an announcer is a joy, his voice is iconic. But he will always Quark to me.
Brent Spiner does crazy well as the Stranger.
While I point out these specific actors, they are great and well suited to their roles. Everyone presents the right amount of urgency or sadness or near desperation.
Later when their bodies were examined in the laboratories, it was found that they were killed by the putrefactive and disease bacteria against which their systems were unprepared. . . slain, after all man’s defenses had failed, by the humblest thing that God in His wisdom put upon this earth. — Professor Pierson
Dim and wonderful is the vision I have conjured up in my mind of life spreading slowly from this little seed bed of the solar system throughout the inanimate vastness of sidereal space. But that is a remote dream. — Professor Pierson
 It was all John de Lancie's idea. Because of course, it was.
The interview afterwards is well worth listening to. The one I heard came with Gates McFadden whom I didn't know prefers to stage act rather than film act. It's that feedback the interplay between performer and audience. There is a discussion of how she about changing how role from the male original to the female.
On the LATW listing for the title there is an interview with Leonard Nimoy. Here you can also get the audiobook for free on Spotify.
Wellesnet has a copy of the original 1938 script. Because it's essentially what they are recording rather than H.G. Wells original work. Freedom Forum has a version of the orginal 1988 broadcast on their YouTube channel.
The cast
John de Lancie as Show Host
Meagen Fay as Bag Lady/Others
Jerry Hardin as Wilmuth/Others
Gates McFadden as Phillips/Others
Leonard Nimoy as Pierson/Others
Dwight Schultz as Announcer/Others
Armin Shimerman as Announcer/Others
Brent Spiner as Stranger/Others
Tom Virtue as Captain/Others
Wil Wheaton as Commander/Others
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qt-kt · 2 months
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Got to go see @sawthemusical with the bestie last night! We sat right up front next to Adam and let me tell ya it was a fantastic time. Everyone there was really cool and there was so much love for this silly little movie franchise put in there. Pig in a Wig and Onco-la-la-la-logist will be stuck in my head interchangeably for the next foreseeable future
15/10 definitely my favorite long form advertisment for Applebee's.
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goldenart0 · 4 months
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Gift for @emis-equivalent-exchange for @astranauticus! Some Theatre Dani and VR-LA hanging out
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“Are you sure it’s fine we’re in here Dani?” VR-LA slowly closed the door into the theatre, trying to make it as quiet as possible. 
Dani strolled right up to the booth, twirling the set of keys around her finger. “Of course,” she called back at him, “I practically run this place. No one will question if I’m here, and if they do they can go fuck themselves. Now come on, I wanna show you how the board works.”
VR-LA jogged up to the booth, where Dani was already messing around with some buttons.
Dani patted the chair in front of the board, “Sit down, I’ve already pulled up the cues. It’s not too different from sound really, all you have to do is press the button when the SM says ‘go’.” Dani took VR-LA’s arm and pushed him to the chair in front of the board, standing to the side of him and holding onto the back of the chair with one hand, gesturing with the other.
“It’s honestly probably less complicated than what you’ve done on sound, since you aren’t focusing on cues and mics, just cues-”
“Are you doing sound this time? I’m surprised you aren’t doing lighting for this show. I don’t remember you saying anything about leaving,” VR-LA interrupted, turning to face Dani.
“No, it’s this music kid that’s been asking for a while and I thought since you’re doing lights why not give it him. H-, He-, I don’t really remember his name, think it started with an H. So no, I’m not in the booth this time, I did design and I’ll be watching the show like a normal person.” Dani looked disappointed for a brief moment before pointing back at the lighting board. “Anyway, here’s your list of cues. You’ll probably want to put them in your script as well, in pencil, before the Q to Q, but it’s really the same as sound. The Stage Manager calls a cue, you response with ‘lx’, and press the button when they say ‘go’. Make you don’t, VR-LA look at me.” Dani twisted the chair to face her and made eye contact with him. “Make sure you only press go when you get told too. Even if the Stage Manager forgets and you know it’s coming. You listen to the Stage Manager no matter what, even if they mess up. Then it’s on them, not you, for messing up a cue.”
VR-LA nodded at Dani and waited until she turned back to face the lighting board and stage to turn back himself. 
“I’ll be at the Q to Q as well, in case changes need to be made, which they probably will be. You know how adding cues works right?” 
VR-LA nodded.
“It’s the same deal, new cues are .5s or .1s or whatever. I’ll probably add or change cues when we have to, but the system isn’t too hard. You can pick colours here,” Dani hovered the cursor over a colour wheel on the monitor, “or there are sets of colours stored here,” she moved to a tab on the side of the screen. “’Cause we have LEDs you can pick all the colours from here. And then this button saves the cue.” Dani paused and looked back at VR-LA. “I can do all of that this weekend and you can watch, don’t worry.”
VR-LA took the mouse from Dani and clicked on a part of the colour wheel Dani pointed at before swirling around inside of it. The light on stage turned blue, before quickly flashing between all the colours VR-LA had hovered on.
“Oh wow that’s. A lot.”
“LEDs am I right. Delightful tools. Anyway, that’s probably all you really need to know, I mostly just wanted to show you the board.” Dani pushed off the desk, standing back upright, and started looking as if to head out, stepping behind him.
“Who is the stage manager by the way?” VR-LA asked, reaching to find the off switch for the board.
“MR-SN, though I would have assumed you already knew that.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t know, why would you assume I knew that?” VR-LA asked, confused.
“Well,” Dani drew out the word, smirking, “I thought you two were close.”
VR-LA paused. He and MR-SN did work together and he enjoyed hanging out and talking with him, but he wouldn’t say they were particular close. Certainly not anymore than anyone else in the theatre, right?
“And on that note,” Dani continues, still smiling, “No flirting on headset. The booth isn’t as soundproof as you think it is-“
VR-LA whipped around to face Dani. “What?”
“-And I don’t want to hear anything while sitting in the audience.”
“We do not flirt, MR-SN and I don’t flirt with each other, what are you talking about? I don’t flirt with anyone and definitely not MR-SN.” VR-LA’s words came out rushed and he felt his face start to heat up.
“Well I still don’t want to hear anything, flirting or not.”
“I don’t flirt with anyone Dani!”
“I’m just saying that the booth isn’t fully soundproof VR-LA, that’s all.” Dani smiled at him and his, not serious, rage and embarrassment. Then she looked over his shoulder at the stage and her face fell a bit.
“Are you alright Dani?”
Dani made a small noise of surprise and looked back at VR-LA. “Yeah I’m good, just thinking.”
“Are you sure, you looked sad for a second, is something wrong?”
“No it’s fine, just a lot on my mind. It’s your first show as mlx, it’s a new sound op, this is my first time designing lights myself, it’s a lot going on.”
VR-LA didn’t respond to her. There was a lot of new things going on for this show, and Dani had to be under the pressure of designing her first show by herself.
“It’s just that.” Dani spoke up, tapping her fingers against the back of the chair. “I won’t be there if anything happens. I’m not doing cues to make sure they happen when they should, or on headset to say if anything looks weird, or if anything or one goes missing. After the Q to Q I’m done. Can’t touch anything, it’s out of my hands. I’ll just be sitting in the audience and trust you guys have it under control. Which I do, don’t get me wrong, but-”
“But you want to be there to make sure.”
Dani looked down at the floor. “I’ve never not worked a show before. Even backstage, running around making sure props were in their places or actors made their cues. It’s weird to not have to do anything.”
“And let go of your responsibility?” VR-LA added.
“I guess, it just makes me nervous to not be able to do anything. Even through I totally trust you guys, I don’t think you’ll mess up, but if you do, I can’t do anything and that’s nerve-wracking.” Dani squeezed the back of the chair and looked up at VR-LA.
She did look upset. Not angry, but sad, or longing. Like she didn’t want to give this up to VR-LA and whatever person she grabbed for sound. VR-LA knew Dani wouldn’t let him give up his job to her just so she could be back in the booth, even with how much more experience she had then he did. If she was accepting her role as a designer, for her first solo show, she would stick with that no matter how much she wanted to be in the show. VR-LA hoped that if she watched the tech runs it might calm her nervousness but made a mental note to talk to some of the others to do something for Dani in appreciation. 
For now through, “You know, I’m still a bit confused on how to add a cue, could you show it to me again?”
He saw Dani’s eyes light up with excitement again and give him a genuine smile as he pointed back to the monitor, and she came back next to him by the board.
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vogelmeister · 7 days
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just saw something called 'ushers: the front of house musical' lmao???
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asskickedbygirl · 1 year
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i heard jess and dico worked at the same movie theatre in high school (?) and now i NEED to write about it so badly does anyone know more about it cos all i’ve heard is dico dared jess to smell the chair their manager farted on 😭 or was it vice versa
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sassmill · 1 month
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We as a society don’t talk about this enough
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jelly-o630 · 2 months
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I live in a boring-ass suburb right outside of a city that has all the actual fun things to do in it but it's still a good twenty- thirty minute drive to do anything there which is not something I want to do every single time I feel like going out so I've been exploring my boring ass suburb and it turns out THERE ARE A TON OF THINGS TO DO HERE TOO THAT AREN'T JUST GOING TO THE MOVIES, we have a boba shop, several small boutiques, an Italian catering restaurant (that still does normal delivery for smaller orders), so many parks, a bookstore, like three antique shops and a lot of other places that I would have never discovered had I stayed in the mentality that that my boring-ass suburb was well... boring
And it was pretty great for a while
Now
the locally owned theatre was bought out by a chain and they got rid of the arcade in the front, replaced it with a bar
two of the small boutiques have closed their doors (while you can still shop online for one of them, it's not the same)
the Italian catering place only does pizza deliveries now cause not enough people were ordering their other menu items
one of those antique places is getting emptier every year cause not enough people are renting space there anymore
and now this morning I discovered that my favorite place in town- a small cafe with barely any parking out front, prices that were too high for me to justify getting one item from there more than once a month (like 7 bucks for a single cupcake), and the best frosting I have ever tried on any dessert in my life (and I've had pastries in Spain, New York City, Guatemala) just permanently closed their doors cause the owner died
and we have a new target being built that will include a strip mall that already has chain stores planned to the square foot
I'm really scared for what we have left
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grinchwrapsupreme · 9 months
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RIP to the theatre industry in the US apparently, the Canadian theatre industry is just built different I guess
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hex-of-els · 1 year
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randomly decided to rewatch bare a pop opera tonight and
god
help me i am really going through it
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jamiemarsters · 7 days
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Pic of the Day: James 'smirk is my middle name' Marsters @latheatreworks' The Importance of Being Earnest promo pic 2009
@realjamesmarsters #JamesMarsters #TheImportanceOfBeingEarnest #SMIRK #Like #ThisIsTheOneSmirkToRuleThemAll #AmIRight?! #AllOtherSmirksCouldLearnAThingOrTwoFromThisOne
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yungcommunard · 1 year
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my dad met Brenden Fraser tonight
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lovifie · 17 days
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Lovi darling dear light of my life and stars in my sky
I have a few suggestions a la video format:
https://youtu.be/vnYomIm6A4s?si=-QFYxEkNLnSP580y
https://youtu.be/1fKbWEaSfbs?si=KvKCx2dKFM1YleIn
https://youtu.be/yIEjYWC9Q64?si=Ar9EFZWFKVKwaXxT
HI POOKIE 🩷
Here I bring you, as we agreed:
🔥COD BOYS TRY SEXY ROLEPLAY 🔥
Captain Prince
Doesn't get it.
What's the point of beating around the bushes?
“To do something different! Spice things up.” You explain, pouting at him.
He frowns. “Do you not like the current way?”
So you decide that rather than explain it, you'll show him. 
He is working in his office in your house, sending you a message to please bring him a cup of tea. 
So you put on your pencil skirt, your half buttoned shirt and your kitten heels, entering his office with a cup in hand. 
You knock on the already open door and say: “Here's your tea, Captain Price.”
He looks up, amusement on his eyes when he looks at you. You leave the cup on the desk, bending forward unnecessarily low to let him peak under your blouse.
And then you walk around the desk to his side and pick the pen from his hand, dropping on the floor and gasping dramatically. “Oh, I'm so so sorry.” You say, bending to pick it up, giving him a full view of your ass.
You stand up again, looking at him. “I am such a bad secretary… oh, Captain Price, I'm so sorry.” Dramatism pouring out of every syllable as you kneel beside him, resting your arms and head on his leg as if you were crying. 
He pets your head lovingly, chuckling at your actuation. “You know I do have a secretary, right? I'll get confused next time I see her.”
You whip your head up at him, eyebrow furrowed in annoyance making him laugh. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding. The closest to a secretary I have is Simon.”
You gasp again. “Simon?! But I can't compete with Simon!” You say whining, making him laugh again. 
“You know, there is something that only you are allowed to do.”
You look at him expecting the answer; which he gives you in the form of palming his crotch over his pants. You quickly get the idea and move to kneel between his legs, body half under the desk. 
You get his shaft into your mouth, feeling it grow and harden against your tongue. You are bobbing your head up and down, slowly taking your time, when you feel him move his hand to the back of your head; keeping your head close to him, your nose between his curls 
 “Why don't you stay there, hm? For being such a bad secretary. Isn't that what you wanted, darling?”
Simon Ghost Riley
Doesn't get it x 2
But because this man is about to find plot holes on it. 
It took you so long to convince him to try that you almost gave up.
Somehow you managed to convince him.
He's on the bathtub, relaxing in the warm water when you enter the bathroom, with a red swimsuit and a rubber ring.
Let's just say he is unamused.
“I see you don't have a lifeguard here at the beach” you say, sitting at the edge of the tub.
“I'm not at the beach, this is a bathtub!” Ghost argues, confusion on his face.
“No body of water is safe without a lifeguard” you say, trying not to laugh.
“It's two feet deep, love. What are you doing?” He asks, eyebrow furrowed.
“Simon, play along!” You exclaim half laughing standing up.
“Alright, alright.” He says smiling and looks at you. “Isn't that swimsuit a bit unprofessional?”
“It's to help me swim.” You say winking at him, sitting back on the edge. 
“It's a bathtub!” He repeats. “You are gonna dent your head if you swim in here.”
“Simon!” You exclaim again
“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs at you and points to the rubber ring. “I'd sink with that thing.”
“It's just props, Simon. You are not really gonna drown.” You say exasperated.
“If I'm not gonna drown, why do I need a lifeguard?”
You sight defeated and try to stand up, only for Ghost to pull you on the tub with him chuckling. “Aw, miss lifeguard, now we both drowning.” 
He laughs when you smack his hand trying to stand up, and pulls you tighter. “What's the point of this theatre when we can just do it, love?” He asks, genuinely confused as he kisses your neck. 
After that you are done for, and he easily manoeuvres you onto riding him inside of the tub. Water splashing and knees hitting the walls of the tub. 
“You should wear this more often… red looks good on you.”
Kyle Gaz Garrick
Gets too carried away by the roleplay. 
He sets the scenario.
He's an astronomer who's investigating on his telescope, and you are the student who visits to learn from him.
He sets his tablet with the TV as well, and starts to tell you everything about the cosmos.
With pictures of everything 
He does make it quite interesting and you end up forgetting about the sex just like him. 
At some point he looks at you and he sees you rolled up on the blanket, looking at the screen focused on the different pictures. 
He goes quiet when he realises the time he just spent talking. 
“Well, don't shut up now. Why did we kick Pluto out of the solar system? The fuck did Pluto do?” You ask, pointing to the screen. 
He chuckles, explaining it to you and turns around. “I'm sorry… I got too excited and forgot I was supposed to make it sexy.”
“Oh, you did. Don't worry about that, I'm going to demolish you the moment you are done. But now you have me curious about this, so keep going.”
The tips of his ears red as he finishes talking about everything else; stuttering when he is saying he finished and sees you stand up and walk to him, kneeling in front of him. 
“Well thank you very much for the class, Kyle. But I… forgot my wallet or something.” You say, undoing his belt. 
And if Kyle knew that talking to you about planets and stars would have you drowning his spend round after round he would have made the presentation a long time ago. 
By the time you are satisfied he needs to lay down on bed,  bottle of water in hand and a smile on his face when he sees you take the tablet with you to look at the photos again.
Johnny Soap MacTavish 
Sexy nurse
He's the sexy nurse
You got just the slightest fever and he's ready
You are confused for a second where did he get the costume from, but then again… is Johnny we are talking about. 
You are lying in bed, head buried on the pillow as you groan because of your lack of well-being, and somebody knocks on the door of your bedroom.
But it's just your boyfriend and you in your house, so you frown before saying: “C'mon in.”
And there enters Soap. 
“Good morning, dear. I'm your nurse today, you can call me Nurse MacTavish. I'm here to take care of you, you'll be fresh as a rose before you realise.”
You chuckle, burying your face back to laugh softly. 
“Ma'am, ma'am.” He calls for you, patting your butt and you turn around to look at him. 
“What are you doing, Johnny?” You ask, smiling at him. 
“Taking care of you, of course.” He says with a wide smile on his face. 
You take a look at him, looking up and down at his naked legs; and cover your mouth when you notice something. 
“What underwear are you wearing, Johnny?”
“Well, I believe that is something highly unprofessional to talk about, dear patient!”
“More or less unprofessional than the fact I can see one of your balls?” You ask laughing, pointing at his runaway soldier.
He looks down, whining your name as he turns around to reposition himself and you notice that he is wearing the skimpiest thong, that you are surprised only the ball escaped. 
Genuinely, the only one with which you end up having actual roleplaying sex. He says something about sex helping with the fever because you sweat and proceeds to give you the nastiest back shots. 
Doggy style but your hips are already on the mattress because of the intensity, he's holding your jaw shut by the arm around your neck almost in a chokehold. 
The little hat part of the costume he was wearing already falling, covering his eyes, blinded both literally and metaphorically. 
The worst part of it all… it does help with the fever.
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spookyycabrona · 2 years
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I’m going to hang out with a guy tonight SO someone please drop flirting/seduction advice! K thnx!! ❤️❤️
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wilwheaton · 1 year
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favorite goncharov character
Goncharov! Holy shit I haven't thought about Goncharov in YEARS!
I remember seeing it at the Vista theatre downtown in ... I want to say 1983? It was either 82 and I was 10, or 83 and I was 11. Now that I think about it, it must have been Spring of 83. I remember that Kimmy Mendini was my babysitter, and she drove my friend Ahmed and me all the way downtown to see Goncharov. She would have been at least 16, but I feel like she was a little older. I remember that she LOVED movies and just never stopped talking about European cinema.
Ha! I can still her her sort of roll "Cinema" out of her mouth. Movies were for the masses to watch, while sophisticated adults experienced Cinema. I'm just realizing now that she absolutely pronounced it with a capital C. She was like "you are so lucky to see a clean print of Goncharov!"
I had no idea what a clean print was, but I understood it was important and impressive.
She had read about this screening in the LA Weekly, which I didn't know at the time was TREMENDOUSLY subversive in our suburban part of Los Angeles County, and we were going to an old theatre in maybe not the greatest part of town, but Kimmy had been watching me since I was in second grade and was like my big sister. I knew we'd be safe with her.
That old theatre (which is now a fucking swap meet) was just so beautiful inside. 100 foot ceilings, box seats, gold paint and murals. It felt like a place you went to experience Cinema, but, like ... it had absolutely seen better days. I remember that I felt kind of bad for the place, a little embarrassed, like when I got a good grade and accidentally made eye contact with a friend who got a D.
Okay. This clearly hit a memory artery, and I appreciate you staying with me this far, when we finally get to the fireworks factory. We're walking up to the box office, and she tells Ahmed and me that we have to wait on the sidewalk, because *technically* it's rated R, and she's not our legal guardian, but what does this guy making two bucks an hour know about art anyway?
So we wait. She buys the tickets, and then we all walk in as casually as we can.
I remember how scared I was that we were going to get caught and they'd call the cops (that's how it worked in my anxiety-ridden brain), but literally nobody cared. The theatre wasn't even half full, and everyone there was a dude at least as old as my parents.
You know the story, so I don't have to recount all of it, but I can at this very moment remember how shocked I was when Bruno was shot. This was the first time, ever, I had felt an emotional connection to a character. I didn't cry when Bambi's mother was shot, I didn't cry when ET died, I didn't cry E V E R.
But when Bruno died? I didn't make a sound. I just silently wept. Tears just poured down my face and I wanted to roll back time, rewrite the movie, and get him out of that room.
I obviously understand now, all these years later why I connected to him and why his story meant and means so much to me, but at the time I had no idea. I just thought the actors were that good.
I can't believe that guy who played him died so young. I think he was like 40? I remember thinking that was old. Now I know different.
When the movie was over, Kimmy asked us how we liked it. Ahmed was obsessed with the photography (he grew up to be an illustrator), and I obviously had my Bruno Moment.
We got Thrifty ice cream on the way home and listened to Donna Summer in her Datsun.
I haven't thought about Goncharov or Cinema or Kimmy in FOREVER. Leave it to Tumblr to boost my nostalgia check to a natural 20.
tl;dr: Bruno. I know he's supposed to be that character we all hate, and there are so many valid reasons for that. But when I was 12 ... well, I was a different person.
Oh! And now that I know what a "clean print" is, having seen so many "dirty prints" in revival houses before they all turned into swap meets or churches (hey, two places where people sell you stuff and take your money!), I retroactively appreciate it in a way that would make Kimmy happy.
Thanks for the trip into the crumbling mall that is my childhood memories. I haven't been here in awhile and it was nice to visit.
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