In which some perfectly good Shakespeare proceeds to suck
Soooo... I went to ART last night to see their Julius Caesar - this is the Shakespeare that's normally responsible for entire swaths of America hating Shakespeare for the rest of their lives. I think it's the default play because there's no sex in it.
The brief review: Over 3 hours, and it sucks ass.
On the plus side, there's a Harvard pub called The Queen's Head that's open 'til 2 am, and they have a very nice in-house beer (it's called 1636) (uh, yeah, after the founding of the college, I think).
I needed a beer. Actually, the very end of the evening, where the whole cast is onstage line dancing, was pretty awesome - good song, and since the actors spend almost the entire night not moving their bodies in any way shape or form which is one of the maddening sucky things about this production - well, watching them finally able to move was pretty nice. Not quite nice enough to wait 'til midnight for, is all I'm sayin'. Also there's a fantastic jazz trio that does some standards sprinkled throughout the play, and they were really fun; yup, bought a cd, it's already on the ipod.
How's your weekend going?
Oh - I keep meaning to ask this, but there's a question on the OKCupid! profile page I can't really answer without help from you guys: "what is the first thing people notice about you?" And I have no idea. The cloud of fourth-dimension flying monkeys hovering just behind my head, perhaps?