Sunday, May 22, 2011

Enjoying LA theater

Robby & I have been fortunate enough to find a wonderful babysitter who will watch Atticus as we explore LA theatre. Three weeks ago, we saw The Cripple of Inishmaan at our neighborhood Kirk Douglas Theatre. It was absolutely excellent, though the numerous bittersweet twists and turns in the plot left is feeling a little dizzy and unfulfilled.

Last weekend, we saw a modern adaptation of Moliere's Tartuffe, a hilariously bawdy play about a clever impostor who worms his way into a nobleman's family by acting devoutly religiously, gains the favor of the nobleman, & tricks the gullible sap into giving him the entire estate. We saw this funny play at our neighborhood theatre The Actor's Gang, which is run by actor & director Tim Robbins. It almost went bankrupt last year, but was miraculously saved (by generous donations?). The theatre sits at the corner of Washington Blvd. and Culver Blvd. in a small, beautifully renovated train station.

Yesterday, we returned to the Kirk Douglas Theatre to see Rodger Smith's Juan and John, a one-man, autobiographical story about a young boy's baseball obsession, his dealing with the 1965 violent altercation between San Francisco Giants' star pitcher Juan Marichal and Los Angeles Dodgers star catcher John Roseboro, and his childhood growing up in South Los Angeles during the Watts Riots and Vietnam War. He interviewed both baseball players and write this play using their words and his experiences. It was far more didactic that Robby would have liked. I found it too didactic in some places too, but it was very moving. Stories from the 1960s and '70s are particularly touching to me because I can't imagine the kind of turmoil Americans were going through then - civil rights movement, anti-war movement, Vietnam and napalm. That era presented many defining moments for America.

We have another play to attend at the Kirk Douglas next week. I love not knowing anything about the play before I see it. The experience of witnessing a story unfold with no knowledge of where it's going is such an exhilarating feeling.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Hello, Goodbye, Plane!

Yesterday afternoon, we fed Atticus in our backyard. He wandered around, pulling small oranges from the trees & trying to attach them back onto the branches. He meddled with some potted plants and fell over on some upturned creepy crawlies. He stuck his hand in dirt and waved to passing planes. & he tried to step on our neighbor's tomato plants.

Yay, summer!

He held Robby's iPhone up to his ear (like a boombox) and danced while it played Yo Gabba Gabba songs. We are starting to love Yo Gabba Gabba. Oh no!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Cripple of Inishmaan

Yesterday, Saturday, Robby, Atticus, and I attended the Espe Family Day Care parents' luncheon. Espe made a wonderful lunch for us & we sat at tables outside & familiarized ourselves with the babies' parents. Then Robby and I left Atticus with Lilia & went to see The Cripple of Inishmaan at the Kirk Douglas Theatre.

It was a fantastically hilarious play about a small community of people on the island of Inishmaan, off the coast of Ireland, in the 1930s. A Hollywood director has come to Ireland to make a film about the Aran Islands. The people of Inishmaan are all eager to try for roles in this film (or, as they call it, "filim"), including Cripple Billy, the town cripple. He is an avid reader & starer of cows. The characters on the island are all characters: Eileen, Kate, Slippy Helen, Bartley, Babby Bobby, and Johnnie Pateen Mike. They are all horribly mean to each other, but the play is laugh-out-loud funny. We had a good time.

This Irish cast has been touring for 8 months. They're heading to San Francisco next.

During intermission, I was standing in the lobby when a pair of sunglasses dropped out of the back pocket of an older, well-dressed woman. I picked up her glasses & handed them to her just as she turned around. She looked mildly distressed. "Oh," she said. She wiped the lens & said, "They're brand new...Fendi...$350," she said under her breath with eyebrows raised.

Oi.

We always feel like foreigners when we attend theatre. The theatre-going population is always old and White, & Robby & I stick out like sore thumbs. We think that theatre is the best kept secret anywhere, & we can't figure out why younger people don't take advantage of it. We chalk up the absence of younger people to the cost of the tickets. It's really worth it though.