Showing posts with label jrr tolkien. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

THE JOHN BRUNI MUSEUM OF MEDIOCRE (AT BEST) SHIT #24: REVIEW OF THE LIFELINE THEATRE'S PRODUCTION OF THE TWO TOWERS






[Ah yes. Back in the day when you had to note that The Fellowship of the Ring is part one of The Lord of the Rings. I’d been hearing for about four years at that point that Peter Jackson, director of my beloved Dead Alive, was trying his hand at the trilogy. I thought that was ballsy of him, and I hoped it would work out. By the time I wrote this review, I had all but given up on Jackson. I decided that it wasn’t happening. (Whoops!) I love the Lifeline Theatre. I’ve seen a handful of their productions, and they’re always intimate and outlandish. If you live in Chicago, I highly recommend you check them out. This was in the Elmhurst College Leader, April 10, 2000.]


A few years back, the Lifeline Theatre, 6912 N. Glenwood Ave., Chicago, adapted a play that was considered completely unadaptable for the stage. Yet their performance of The Fellowship of the Ring, the first in JRR Tolkien’s trilogy, The Lord of the Rings, was a surprise success. Now they’re back with part two of the trilogy, The Two Towers, and again, they have succeeded in performing a seemingly unadaptable story.


Unfortunately, this time Lifeline dispensed with the little people who played the hobbits in the first play. The only actor reprising his role from the first play is Dale Inghram, one of the few full-sized people to play a hobbit. Last time he was an excellent Sam Gamgee, but this time, while retaining a lot of the humble, simple-minded hobbit in his calmer moods, has also gained a very hyper style that goes against everything Sam should be.


Another actor returning from the first play is Patrick Blashill. However, this time he plays Frodo Baggins, while last time he was both Bilbo and Gimli. Blashill is successful at capturing the determination and good will of Frodo.


In fact, all the actors are good for their characters (especially Heath Corson’s portrayal of Wormtongue, who was appropriately very slimy and low to the ground), but not all of them actually resemble the characters. As said above, there were no little people, but that’s not the extent of it. Charles Picard, who played Gandalf, did not even have a beard. While he played the role excellently, capturing his will to do good with the underlying anger perfectly, he certainly didn’t look the part. However, he also plays two other characters, which requires quick changes, so while the lack of appropriate appearance is understandable, it’s also kind of a let down.


The only actor who really looks his part is Phil Timberlake, who plays Legolas, the elf. He also plays Gollum perfectly, with quite possibly the best voice for the job since Gail Chugg’s Gollum for the Mind’s Eye radio dramatization. He also captures Gollum’s slithery ways perfectly, lulling the audience into really liking him so that everyone, even the ones who have read the books, feel betrayed by his giving Frodo and Sam to Shelob, the spider.


The Lifeline uses a puppet to deal with the size and presence of Shelob, and they do a pretty good job, considering what they had to work with. The only objection that can be leveled against them for the Shelob scene is the slow-motion fight scene between the spider and Sam. It really just looked too stupid, which was the problem with many of the fights from the first play. There is a plus to the new fight scenes, though—at least this time they use weapons. In The Fellowship of the Ring, the actors just pretended to have swords while fighting in slo-mo.


The best fight was the first fight of the play when Brian Amidei as Boromir fights an army of orcs to protect Merry (Corson) and Pippen (John Ferrick). No slow-motion here—just brutal fighting. They used screens to show silhouettes of orcs (probably cardboard stands) in order to convey the idea that there are a bunch of them surrounding Boromir. They use the effect more than once to show the encampment of orcs and their marching army and other moments, as well as to show the riders of Rohan when they come to battle the orcs.


They also make use of puppets other than Shelob. When Gollum is first introduced, he is a puppet swimming to capture passing fish made of neon foam. The puppet itself looks kind of stupid, and the actors didn’t handle it well. They did better with the puppets of Merry and Pippen when they met Treebeard (played by Amidei, who, with the sound effects on his voice, was perfect for the job). The puppets looked ridiculous, which was mainly why they worked so well. The Lifeline has done better with puppets in the past, though, with their adaption of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, in which the actors were obviously so skilled in puppetry that they made the puppets look like real living beings.


They also use models to describe the battle at Helm’s Deep, showing first a pretty good model of the fortress as well as a Battle Masters-ish layout of the battlefield. While actually seeing the battle is much preferable, they do an excellent job of conveying what actually happened in the battle.


The only other real problem is something they can’t help—their budget. The swords aren’t real swords—they’re metal bars. Clubs are aluminum baseball bats, and while the costuming looks good, it is obvious that the wardrobe was put together from scraps. The solution is simple: throw it all into suspension of disbelief. After all, this is an adaption of The Two Towers, something which requires a lot of suspension of disbelief itself.


All in all, James Sie (who directed the first play) and Karen Tarjan did an excellent job of adapting the play, and Ned Mochel (who played Aragorn in the first play) did a wonderful job of directing The Two Towers. It’s going to play all the way through May 7, so see it. Besides, where else are you going to see an adaption of Tolkien’s greatest work? See it before you lose the chance, for it will never come again.


For more information, call The Lifeline Theatre (773) 761-4477.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #236: PUTTING THE RUMP IN TRUMP

Wow. I can't believe what just happened tonight. There's a part of me that thinks that something is going to happen, and it's going to be revealed that there was some fuckery going on with the election. Probably not. If there was, we won't hear about it for years.


Whoo-boy. That's some rigged election we had there, Trump.


Sorry. I couldn't help that little jab.


It takes a lot to surprise me, folks. This surprises the fuck out of me. Maybe I got too confident in my ability to foresee the political future of America. I was born in 1978. The first election I was aware of was 1988. That was Bush I vs. Dukakis. I figured Dukakis would win because my grandfather wanted him to win (because he was Greek, just like my grandfather). In the gambling world, that's called "betting your heart." I lost, naturally.


Ever since then I have never EVER EVER been wrong about a presidential election . . . until today. I was certain Clinton would win. Surprise! I was so certain that I now have to rewrite a story in which I assumed Trump was going to lose.


I can't grasp it. President Trump. It's been a joke for so long, but I can't believe that he's going to take office in January. I wasn't thinking, I guess. I'd forgotten the wild card. The wild card that is 2016. It's been a shit year. I should have expected the worst.


I fucking loathed both Trump and Clinton. Fuck 'em both. They're scumbags of the slimiest order. They're both lower than whale shit. But, well, I figured Clinton would have been preferable. She's crooked at the least, a murderer at most. But she knows how to do the job. Government is so full of bullshit, as George Carlin once suggested, that if we removed it, the system would fall apart. She's the right scumbag to run this nation. Who knows? Maybe she even learned a few things from her husband. Remember when he ran this country? WE DIDN'T HAVE A DEFICIT. That's right, we lived debt free. We owned our own country. That's pretty remarkable. Maybe she would have gotten us out of our current mess.


No, I didn't vote for her. I didn't vote for anybody, not even myself. But! I live in Illinois, and the last time Illinois went to the Republicans was '88. (The grim specter.) Once again, IL went to the Democrats. My vote would not have mattered, just as I expected.


Then again, a lot happened tonight that I *didn't* expect.


I've seen a lot of my friends fall to pieces over this decision. Understandably so.


Ah fuck. I don't even know where I'm going with this. It's been so long since I've been wrong about an election, I'm in shock.


I'd say that Trump is racist, sexist, transphobic, etc. But I don't think he is. He just blurts shit out without thought. He's just a dick sucker. He'll say anything to get his way. Somehow he sensed that he'd get elected if he appealed to America's primitive underbelly, the one that thinks African Americans should be shipped back to Africa. Those who are surprised to learn that Native Americans are still around (didn't we kill them all?). The ones who think if you were born a certain sex and exhibit a need to be otherwise, you're subhuman. When you think about it, it's kind of shocking that Trump was able to say anything with that giant cock in his mouth.


Enough negativity. We're stuck with this situation. Let's try to look on the bright side. There is one. We still have hope. Maybe, just maybe, his garbage personality will result in something positive. I know, it's a long shot, but still.


A lot of my friends are in a bad place tonight. I'm sorry. I think we're all fucked, too. But there's a small part of me that thinks maybe something good will come of this. Maybe. I don't know. Neither do you. Or anyone. Not even Trump knows. He's too busy wrapping his lips around the rancid cocks of the lowest common denominator of the American people to think about the future.


I leave you with these final words. It's the best I can do right now. I hope those of you who feel miserable find some kind of comfort in them. I wish I could lay claim to these words, but all the credit goes to J.R.R. Tolkien:


Gandalf: "He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself. He will never be rid of his need for it."


Frodo: "It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance!"


Gandalf: "Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. And some that died deserved life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many."


Goodnight, you poor bastards. Goodnight, and good luck.