Sunday with Sunday

Morning everyone. It's a lazy sunday, and I'm burnt from the past few days of excitement. My TV has 4 channels, and all of them are educational broadcasting, or it seems that way because accents seem to make people smarter. Except for the teenagers, they sound like morons.

Hope everyone across the continent, and back in the States is enjoying classes. We start Monday, but my program doesn't have much going on until next week. A few more long pub nights before I start acting like an academic, I figure.

Last evening was spent seeing this:

(Photo from the Gaurdian [see: Guardian's review of the show.])

Sondheim takes two separate acts--one following the life of Seurat while painting "Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte," the other dealing with his great-grandson's contemporary art--to tell the story of a single man leading the shift of an art paradigm both globally and personally. The show was crisp, nearing perfection performance wise, but used CG projections. First, people love these animated sets here. It's like Toy Story never happened. The concept fits the story well, and I get that it's a shift in theatrical paradigm just like the art in the show is for yadayadyada, but the point is it just felt distracting. Still, the show was more or less stellar.

And after the sixth curtain call, it appeared everyone else agreed.


And that's my first blog entry. Talk to you more soon.

Cheers,
Chris (Thomas Plante)