What’s up, whoever reads this? Stuff? I bet you’ve got stuff going on. Awesome. Awesome. Stuff. Well, I won’t waste any more time, let’s get to it!
FIRST AND LAST CHANCE TO SEE: Mister Bremner Duthie hisself returns to Ottawa with his cabaret one-manner ’33 at the Gladstone starting this week, and ya know you can’t miss that. Third Wall continues its Empty Space series with readings from the works of Vaclav Havel this Wednesday in the Glebe (not last week, like I overexcitedly posted in the last Foofarah…ooops), while over at the Bronson Center this Friday and Saturday you can catch yourself come VAGINA MONOLOGUES, because a) my old scene partner Julie is in it, and b) what’s better than Vaginas? Nothing, that’s what, so go.
NONCOMMITTAL CHANCE TO SEE: TRANSLATIONS at the OLT, which continues thru to next week.
So, what else has been going on? Been having some theatre downtime since the Undercurrents festival ended. And as we all know, there’s NOTHING WORSE than theatre downtime. And so, predictably, your poor Visitor has been having some ups and downs…a treacherous assault by the twin Demon-Nuns of Chapel Perilous this weekend set me back some, it’s true…in fact, my life may never be the same! But oh well, I have my new power-totem, a cat in my lap, and enough Whiskey to get me through the night. And now, according to Twitter, here’s the trailer for the movie Mikaela Dyke is watching RIGHT NOW!!
COMIX: Well, my plans to sit and read some old comix got kiboshed today (go FUCK yourself, ‘Family Day’!), which kinda ticked me off. I was JUST about to hit the transition point where Steve Ditko gave up the drawing chores on AMAZING SPIDER-MAN to John Romita…a pivotal moment in comic history, I’m sure you’ll agree. But I’ll have to get to that tomorrow, sigh. I DID manage to watch X-MEN: FIRST CLASS this week, and that was kinda pretty fun. Shame they actually went to the trouble of creating a black character JUST to have him die right away (and the other black character turned traitor, like, INSTANTLY). Even bigger shame about how shitty an actress White Queen chick was (note: I did research, and it was January Jones, who is on some big-deal show called MAD MEN. Which I’m now in even less of a hurry to check out. Still, cool name, tho. ‘January Jones’.)
And now, the anthem of my life, courtesy of the Buzzcocks:
FRINGE: Only four months now until Fringe here in Ottawa, and I’m starting to get ‘cited. Also trying to decide if I’m gonna go for another Fringe road trip, ala Victoria last year…suppose I’ll wait and see how much I get back from the taxman and all. I do know there’ll some cool beans shows coming here this year, and I just got word that an ULTRA-MEGA-AMAZING show might be wending its way here, if the right venue can be found, which I will dutifully do my part to do. Ottawa, you WILL thank me if this comes off. And, y’know, the people who actually DO the show. Thank them more.
Not much else to blather about, without getting all emo about shit…I would like to make a last gratitudinal shoutout to UNDERCURRENTS for a fine fest (especial thanks to birthday boy and Fest Producer Pat Gauthier!). I caught ’em all, and had a blast all around. Gotta say, WEETUBE 5400, while hardly your traditional ‘theatre’ (one savvy fellow the other night called it ‘punk’, and he was SO right on with that comment), was a big fav’rit of mine, and not just for the drinking and cookies. And here, as we close, because Nadine missed it when she saw the show…give it up for some Big Booty Bitches. Peace, love and soul,
The Visitor (and Winston)