When we took Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure” into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side… there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that “If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.” And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: “To whom should I complain?” And a woman in the audience shouted: “The Police!” And then she looked right at that woman and said: “If I did relate this, who would believe me?” And the woman answered back, “No one, girl.” And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theater great in prisons, it’s what makes theater great, period.Oskar Eustis on ArtBeat Nation (he told the same story on Charlie Rose)
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I don’t feel “alone” precisely…..I get crazy eyes and start begging people to read the book. I buy them copies, I leave the copies strategically where they might be in the mood to read in the near future, I bug them about it….see also: my response to tv, fic, and films.
One of the many great things about Some Like It Hot is that it totally recognises what it’s like for women to be objectified. The first time you see Sugar, it’s that iconic pan-up jello-on-springs shot, where she is just The Object. But Jerry and Joe almost immediately learn what it’s like to be the object of sexual harassment. And Jerry, who here wants to be “a bull again”, by the end of the film has embraced his Daphne persona and realised that femininity isn’t just something to be either objectified or rejected.
tl;dr this film says more interesting things about gender and sexual politics than most media today.
You don’t know how much I love this movie.
This is all true.
In honour of Daylight Savings tomorrow, here’s a classic clip from the West Wing.
I have never needed a reason to reblog this clip and I never will. Here you go.
I lived in a part of Indiana that didn’t observe DST for five long, confusing years before the state pulled its collective head out of its ass and got with the program.
What I’m saying here is that I feel Josh and Toby on a deep and visceral level.
As someone who grew up in Indiana during this epically confusing time, I feel this clip SO MUCH. Especially since going north to cross the (very close) Michigan border ALSO meant a time zone change. During certain parts of the year. But not all year! Just some of it. Ugh.
I. HATE. DAYLIGHT. SAVINGS.