These would be much improved if John punctuated every line by shooting McBeef, McBeef died, and then got up and continued.
Go Kriston, indeed! I was just about to comment that I wasn't sure how I felt about these performances of McBeef, and whether I should feel icky about watching them.
And whether it's wrong that I can't help giggling watching "John" accuse "Richard" of trying to get into his mother's pant.
Is this an appropriate venue for overanalyzing? Watching this, I feel like Cho was wishing he was from a broken/abusive home to be able to fantasize about "justified" rage.
7 pegs it. Like suburban white kids wishing they were black so they'd have a legitimate reason to hate The (vaguely defined) Man.
I was struck by the semi-apologetic effort at self-justification in the opening screen. Sorry, but this is what it is. It either justifies itself, or doesn't.
This does raise the question: Who does Oliver Stone need to contact to buy the movie rights?
8: I dunno, if I had to speculanalyze I'd say he threw everything in there because he had never figured out a way to express what he was actually angry about. Or he might not have been able to figure out what he was actually angry at. Signs certainly pointed to that. I mean, the guy never talked, ever. So you get the whole grab bag; he's trying to express his emotional state, and he can only do it in these horrific but clichéd images.
Man I can churn out bullshit. I should've been an english major.
10: Or he was just plain mentally ill and what was going on in his head is not something that any of us are going to have much luck understanding.
But it makes for awfully short comment threads.
Nah, getting away from the tedium of trying to figure out why shit happens frees up lots more time for cock jokes.
Thanks, Beckett, now it's gonna be all "Waiting for Cock" all night.
Yeah, that's every night around here.
In a recent production of "The Town Musicians of Bremen" by Sylvia's first grade class, her friend Matthew made his debut as the Cock.
(Sylvia was the dog. She tells me that unlike the Grimm story, in which the Cock relates to his companions that his master's wife wants to cook him in a soup for the dinner guests tomorrow, in the version her class read, the Cock was out of a job because the farmer got an electric alarm clock and had no further need for a rooster.)
Thanks for the link.
#6: I agree. We wavered on including the grammatical mistakes as it added an element of a) mocking his grasp of English, and b) including humor in a play that wasn't supposed to be funny (at least I don't think so) but we eventually opted to stay as close to the script as was possible.
If we ever film the other play the shooter wrote, Mr. Brownstone, I'll let you all know when it goes up on YouTube.
Another McBeef performance here.
