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I think there are trends in a lot of things. I saw a discussion about the relative fit of men's clothing now compared to when I was a kid. Men wore tight pants "from the beginning of time *snerk*"; modern styles look really slovenly and unkempt in comparison.

One of the knitting blogs I read, which hardly ever seem to talk about knitting, often talks about staged productions as being superior because of minimalism in sets and costumes and props. I think that's rather cheap. I won't say that acting is a small component, anyone who's ever watched something on the WB or a SciFi Original Movie knows that bad acting ruins a show. But I don't see how one can have a professional production without any of the production. Of course this woman reviewing positively these "no effort made" productions gets her tickets free, and I too have lower expectations for free events. If you went without being her, you'd have paid $38 plus tax and handling and service charges and likely have driven hundreds of miles to be there. For that kind of effort on my part, I'm expecting a pageant-level spectacle.

I saw a minimalist production of Richard III a few years ago in Ashland OR (OSF) and slept through most of it--- there was this handicapped retard dude flailing and shouting at the audience from an empty stage. Random people in jeans and casual skirts would walk out and look repulsed and then leave without saying anything. I couldn't understand a word anyone was saying, even having read a summary of the play before going and knowing the hallmark speeches' significance... it was all just noise to me because there wasn't anything to pay attention to. Those tickets were $55. I later understood that the main actor was neither handicapped nor retarded and was not generally made of flail--- so he must have been a fantastic actor. It was totally believable that he was someone on a day-pass from the group home; that is probably a phenomenal skill level, but it was completely wasted because the rest of the set and props and costumes and actors were absent.

I thought it was a total waste of money. If I just want to hear random shouting I'll walk past the park and listen to the homeless people shouting at birds. If I'd gotten free tickets to that production of Richard III, I would have been a lot more tolerant of the zero-effort staging. I have been to a number of free Shakespeare shows and all of them have good actors. But even though those shows travel from venue to venue, they have sets and backdrops and props and costumes and makeup and crew. It looks like they coordinated in advance because people come onto the stage when they're supposed to be there doing something. The actors don't randomly walk on and off the stage for no purpose and without speaking like it's someone's living room and they've forgotten to bring the new bowl of popcorn.

I actually associate minimalism in stage productions with "cheap" and "unprepared" and "amateurish". Hiring great actors is no substitute for doing the rest of the work of putting on a play.

But we see a lot of minimalism lately. It attracts people who want to feel avant guard, the way black and white photographers tell people it's a more artistic medium and get all sorts of people convinced. The only place we're not seeing minimalism is in men's trousers! Unfortunately for me, it used to be the other way around, fancy productions, women's clothing that covered one's modesty, and men's butts were distinctly outlined through tight trousers. Now we have men wearing low-riding jeans so loose they have to be belted around the knees too--- or maybe that's the only belt and they're really walking around like they've just taken a dump and don't know how to pull up their own pants.

It used to be that fancy food places didn't want you to leave hungry and a meal would have a half-dozen courses. Now fancy food places serve whole meals that are the size of amuse bouches and look aghast that you might want dessert after.

I want stage productions akin to Cirque du Soleil, I want meals to have gravy, and I want to be able to ogle attractive men because they've put their bums on display. You can keep your minimalism if you give me back mine!
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I finished the tome that was J.R. Ward's latest, Lover Avenged. These books read like fanfic. I don't mean that derogatorially; I run across a lot of really well organized/edited/produced fanfic. But there is the sense that we have to hold hands with every character and play with every toy and we absolutely cannot possibly stray from the stylistic norms that were set before.

I read a review before I read the book (if you care, it was the one on the Dear Author blog) and that reviewer was put off by the slang and abbreviations and jargon. I wasn't usually, but there were some that bothered me, like referring to clothing by a nickname of the designer's label. At one point Wrath is undressing his mate and the narrator says he couldn't wait to remove her Sevens. WTF? She's got a half-Borg twat-adapter? Some of it is irritating like grown up vampires (hundreds of years old) who say things like "I'm outtie." Er, what? I think that's a sound-it-out for a Joisey accented "outta-here".

It was 600 pages. As far as I can tell, Ehlena meets her vampire, and even though she's seen him off and on for decades, suddenly it clicks for her. That was actually adequately explained, which is a shocker for any genre romance where usually people go around expecting to fall in love. We wander around for several hundred pages wherein nothing happens. Several couples have sex "on screen" and we-the-readers get to watch because the narrator is a perv who is easily distracted by voyeurism and can't be arsed to stick to the story. So although the romance between Rehv and Ehlena is pretty straight forward... nurse girl meets sick vampire and tries to make him better, so he pretends to kill himself and gets captured, so the girl rescues him. It takes an unholy amount of time while we watch Wrath wring his hands over his office furniture choices (I am not exaggerating. He touches his chair and desk and stuff then holds his own hand afterward.)

I did find the lack of Brotherhood activity to be a let down. But of course I found the Brotherhood stuff to be intrusive in the previous books. I did really like how alien the vampires seemed in this. Lusty vampires beg their partners to "take my vein", and there were several scenes where vampires were watching a purely human activity and were noting how strange it was. But. If you've not been in a church, you're not a Christian, you don't associate with people who are, why would you say "Jesus Christ" as a curse? And they all do it. Previous books have the vampires consistently swearing by their Virgin Scribe, but we met VS in the previous book and she's really useless, so maybe they're all going to convert? But I found it really irksome and mismatched with my sense of their culture.

That is something I liked, when I started reading Ward's series (I started in the middle), there wasn't any explanation as to what was similar or different. We just watched and these semi-alien creatures who like X-Box had a story. That is, precisely, my favorite part about science fiction and fantasy.
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