the theatre
well on tuesday, seniors el cheapo day, i went to the movies with a friend. last cab to Darwin. don't go. it's a shocker. a cliched piece of shit really. but a good opportunity for our ageing actors to have an airing. if jacki weaver has another face lift her eyebrows will disappear behind her hair line. and our indigenous people should be protesting in the aisles. ah well. along we went with 101 other oldies into cinema ONE.
the wheel chairs sat up the back. the walking frames needed aisle seats. as did the walking stick brigade. right now you can tell this is a bunch of oldies. hardly a dyed head amongst the whites and greys! we sat there and ate our ice creams, our popcorn, and our lollies. still no movie appeared. so we chatted and hummed. the silent generation. my eldest daughter, who had just been to a national conference on the oldies, told me a couple of years ago i would be no trouble in my old age. i was part of the silent generation. see my essay for my take on this silent generation on dyingisanartancientandreal.blogspot.com.au
finally a young boy burst in waving his hands with an oooh dahhhlings. no movie yet. i'll soon fix that. well he did. twenty minutes later. and still we sat. silent. no one complained or asked for a refund. but they, the unknown they, did have the grace to skip those noisy adds and previews.
and so we watched it. the last cab to Darwin. all the way through without a murmur. good acting but crap story. i must admit as soon as it was over i dashed forth quickly to avoid seeing anyone i knew. i was amazed to find the world sunny and warm as it seemed such an age to have been locked away.
on thursday my friend jenny took me and another friend to the Sydney contemporary ballet at our very own fabulous Theatre Royal. in the dress circle. jenny says its like sitting inside your very own Faberge easter egg!
Theatre Royal!
i love it that people in Hobart get their glad rags out for an airing. and stand around in the crowded foyers sipping champagne. and nodding to the plebs. one lady who is one of our monied, and i mean monied philanthropists, had the most wonderful scarlet boots on and i am sure these were not bought in Hobart! her husband's hair, white and brittle, was teased out into a halo around his bald spot. like garth murphy's hair in the 70s. and his bow tie was scarlet to match the lady's boots. yummo. it must have taken them a good hour or two just to get their makeup right. but they do throw good money towards things that make life in Hobart exciting. like the following.Detached Cultural Organisation - Art, Science, Health
well the ballet went off with a bang. and the most exciting segment was called CACTI. a touch of brilliance. so many young talented and energetic young people making their way through. it was an amazing experience. nothing silent about the mixed generations who enjoyed this performance. hand clapping, feet stamping and whistling told me i was a long way from CINEMA ONE.
De Novo | Sydney Dance Company
right apart from all that there has been some gardening and studio time going on. brassicas are planted out along with lettuces in the snow. and the solid shapes are growing watched over by those silent women.
you can look forward to a practical post soon!
