Consider Yourself Warned

So last night we were supposed to be off book for Act 2. Lets just say it seemed a little rougher than Act 1, especially the first time through. Although I have to say, even though, as a whole, we weren't as solid as we could have been, it seems we are much more on target without a script in our hands. Its also easier to play, as Matt Korinko says on his brilliant blog (see the link to the right and feel free to leave him a comment... he really gets excited when people do that), and it will get even easier when the lines become second nature.

One thing is clear, this show is going to be aggressive. We are "up in the audiences grill" quite a bit. Now I know some people like to be passive theater attendees. They like to keep their distance from the actors and really would be quite happy if they never had to interact with us at all (and that’s fine. Many people also purchase John Tesh CD’s. Far be it for me to pass judgment.) But if any of the 11 people reading this blog are those kind of theater goers, PLEASE, call your friends that are just like you (you know who they are... birds of a feather and all) and tell them that maybe you all should skip Urinetown.

Don't show up and sit in the front row of the theater and refuse to turn around and watch when action starts taking place behind you. Don't bitch when a flashlight gets shined in your face and don't watch the entire show with your arms folded like you are pissed off at the world that you are stuck at the Artloft. I know that people like you really like some of the "big budget" companies in town, but let me tell you..."Those Companies" do not and will not ever do the kind of work that you can expect at a New Line Show... And the people in charge there that "sweeten up" traditionally edgy shows because their audience (i.e. people like you) might get offended should be disemboweled with a potato peeler.

So if you're in the mood to see a really "cute" production after dinner at Kemol's... go to the East Side. At least there you don't have to interact with the entertainment unless you pay $20 bucks for "Candy" to mount you like the pony you always wanted (or had in some cases) when you were a kid.

You've been warned! Now you can go back to surfing for porn!

HBH