So I saw this play on Saturday, The Break of Noon, by Neil LaBute. You know him—he directed the movies In the Company of Men, The Shape of Things, Nurse Betty, Possession, The Wicker Man, Death at a Funeral, among others. What a weird mix, right? Anyway, this play, I don't know how I feel about this play. It had some interesting ideas, I guess. It was about a regular guy, John Smith (David Duchovny) who is the lone survivor of an office shooting, surviving because, he says, he heard God speak to him, saving him. He then becomes a celebrity evangelist, and the play is basically a satire. I just enjoyed the novelty of going to a real play. I had only been to two others in New York. The theater was a small downtown theater, the Lucille Lortel, not a big Broadway one. So we were only about 50 or 60 feet away from the actors, I would guess.
It's weird, the difference between watching actors on TV and watching those same actors on stage. (Amanda Peet was also in this.) When you watch actors on screen, you take the acting for granted. You don't think about it. You imagine you're watching people talking and doing stuff, not people pretending to be people talking and doing stuff. You think, acting looks easy. Anybody could do that. I could do that. But then when you see those same actors on stage, you're suddenly aware, somehow, of how much hard work it must be. On screen, it looks easy. On stage, it looks hard! Duchovny was great, by the way. Not bad for a former English Ph.D. student and Ashbery scholar!
I was listening to John Adams's (Adams'? I never know) The Chairman Dances this morning, and it reminded me that I saw this movie, I Am Love, a while ago and thought it was really good. I was reminded of the movie because that music is the main theme music for this movie. Listening to the piece always makes me feel like something somewhere is about to happen. I think the director of this movie must have felt a similar feeling. (You'll better understand what I mean by that when you see the movie.) Tilda Swinton is so great in this. ("Tilda Swinton is so great in this" being the movie review equivalent of "Dog bites man.") You should so see it.
Some of the times I remember being happiest were times I was sitting in my house listening to Pat and Ron call Cubs games on the radio. The last one I listened to must have been no later than 2006, when I moved. He'd already had both legs amputated and his number 10 had been retired at Wrigley. He played his entire career with diabetes. And like countless other Cubs fans, he lived his entire life without ever seeing them win the World Series. So long, Ron. Maybe next year.
I keep wanting to buy a notebook to start a journal. I used to keep one, but it was so boring. It's hard to get enthusiastic about writing something that's not meant for an audience. The idea is that you'll read it years later and remember things, but I don't know, I've read over some of my old journals and they're just not that entertaining. The writing is boring because writing it was boring. But there's just not that much interesting to write about. You end up with a lot of "did laundry today" stuff. My favorite part of keeping a journal was just writing the date and time. I love keeping track of things. Keeping track is more fun than the stuff I'm keeping track of. Anything really interesting I want to save for telling people, or for literary stuff. I thought about keeping a journal, but then copying some entries to my blog... but I'd hate to have to do all that typing. Really what I want to do is save everything for poems, so keeping it to myself feels like a waste, you know?