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teylaminhAs I always say, there's nothing quite like having annual leave to make you appreciate not being at work.
Before I start ranting, however, I saw Edward Scissorhands on Saturday night at the Hippodrome, which was very good indeed. It was very typically Matthew Bourne and the new music fit together very well with Elfman's score, which they'd used sparingly and only for the most memorable scenes - the opening, Edward's hairdressing, and the ice dance/finale. The costumes were also clearly designed with Burton's vision in mind.
I thought the readaptation of the plot (especially Edward's creation) was cleverly done, but still remaining true to the story and its message. As usual with Bourne's work, there was far too much going at once to focus on one part of the scene, though I thought the Evercreech family with their two goth kids were the best characters, even though they were all well-rounded and obviously separated.
I think my absolute favourite bit was the ending, though. After all of the cast had taken their bows, Edward came out, expression of endearing gormlessness in place, to cheers and whistles, raised his scissors... and then it snowed on the audience. It was beautiful.
I can't really say much more, as I think![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rachel2205's review of it said a lot more. Besides which, I'm tired.
I didn't get to sleep last night until about 12.45 - possibly, because I had a St John's Wort right before bed and my brain wouldn't shut up. I was then plagued with horrible dreams all night, which I mostly only remember residual images of: creating fireworks with pillar candles and chemicals and going totranslucent's house to show her; teenagers being dismembered in horrible ways whilst on holiday; someone's eye popping out of its socket in graphic detail; myself only having one eye as a result; myself and Paul trying to get to a gig but apparently staying with my grandmother at her old house in Halesowen; taxi-ing to Paul's house to find it darkened and labyrinthine.
All quite disturbing and graphic, but oddly not scary. I subsequently woke up at 6.30 with my alarm and got up 20 minutes later after failing to get back to sleep again until 7.00. I'm not as tired as I probably should be, but I attribute that to the fact that I got about 11 hours of sleep on Saturday night.
So, yes, four days off work, and I return to a shitload of stuff on my desk, the majority of which is convening from Sandra. Obviously. One of them says "these must be sent out before the end of Monday 27th March" - well, I've been on leave. Surely if they're that urgent, it wouldn't have been impossible for her to get off her lazy arse and do them herself.
The board wasn't done, so I had to do that this morning, which involved copying it out twice because the printer's not working. I've still to sort through the other paperwork on my desk.
I've also spent the first 20 minutes of everyone's arrival hearing about their delightful hangovers after Friday night, which I am doubtless in the doghouse about because I didn't go - despite the fact that I texted Tina to ask her about details for it and got no reply. I'd spent four hours in town that afternoon doing shopping that should've taken about half that time and was exhausted.
On the plus side, there's a Union strike tomorrow, so nobody's coming in. I'll be buggered if I'm manning the office on my own. I'll lose a day's pay, but sod it. Day off, woo. Which works out quite well, as I'm going out tomorrow night.
Before I start ranting, however, I saw Edward Scissorhands on Saturday night at the Hippodrome, which was very good indeed. It was very typically Matthew Bourne and the new music fit together very well with Elfman's score, which they'd used sparingly and only for the most memorable scenes - the opening, Edward's hairdressing, and the ice dance/finale. The costumes were also clearly designed with Burton's vision in mind.
I thought the readaptation of the plot (especially Edward's creation) was cleverly done, but still remaining true to the story and its message. As usual with Bourne's work, there was far too much going at once to focus on one part of the scene, though I thought the Evercreech family with their two goth kids were the best characters, even though they were all well-rounded and obviously separated.
I think my absolute favourite bit was the ending, though. After all of the cast had taken their bows, Edward came out, expression of endearing gormlessness in place, to cheers and whistles, raised his scissors... and then it snowed on the audience. It was beautiful.
I can't really say much more, as I think
rachel2205's review of it said a lot more. Besides which, I'm tired.I didn't get to sleep last night until about 12.45 - possibly, because I had a St John's Wort right before bed and my brain wouldn't shut up. I was then plagued with horrible dreams all night, which I mostly only remember residual images of: creating fireworks with pillar candles and chemicals and going to
translucent's house to show her; teenagers being dismembered in horrible ways whilst on holiday; someone's eye popping out of its socket in graphic detail; myself only having one eye as a result; myself and Paul trying to get to a gig but apparently staying with my grandmother at her old house in Halesowen; taxi-ing to Paul's house to find it darkened and labyrinthine.All quite disturbing and graphic, but oddly not scary. I subsequently woke up at 6.30 with my alarm and got up 20 minutes later after failing to get back to sleep again until 7.00. I'm not as tired as I probably should be, but I attribute that to the fact that I got about 11 hours of sleep on Saturday night.
So, yes, four days off work, and I return to a shitload of stuff on my desk, the majority of which is convening from Sandra. Obviously. One of them says "these must be sent out before the end of Monday 27th March" - well, I've been on leave. Surely if they're that urgent, it wouldn't have been impossible for her to get off her lazy arse and do them herself.
The board wasn't done, so I had to do that this morning, which involved copying it out twice because the printer's not working. I've still to sort through the other paperwork on my desk.
I've also spent the first 20 minutes of everyone's arrival hearing about their delightful hangovers after Friday night, which I am doubtless in the doghouse about because I didn't go - despite the fact that I texted Tina to ask her about details for it and got no reply. I'd spent four hours in town that afternoon doing shopping that should've taken about half that time and was exhausted.
On the plus side, there's a Union strike tomorrow, so nobody's coming in. I'll be buggered if I'm manning the office on my own. I'll lose a day's pay, but sod it. Day off, woo. Which works out quite well, as I'm going out tomorrow night.
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Date: 2006-03-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-27 04:31 pm (UTC)You'll hate me for this, but I bought Phantom on DVD. I know, it's bad, but at least parts of it are good, and I really like how it looks. I'd love to see it on stage again, though. That would be great.
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Date: 2006-03-27 09:12 pm (UTC)I still sort of feel like it was a practice run or something. Which is silly, but... I don't know. It wasn't right.
I should take this opportunity to plug