Just realized that I neglected to mention that Canadian actor Jackie Burroughs, who died this past fall, also appears in Small Town Murder Songs (as a Mennonite senior who is interviewed during the course of the murder investigation). Burroughs was well-known on Canadian t.v. for her portrayal of Hetty King on The Road to Avonlea, as well as Canadian films like John and the Missus.
I used to see her in the neighbourhood around Yonge/Bloor – and was always struck at how a woman of such tiny physical stature could play such strong, feisty characters. For a short gal like me, she was someone to look up to in that respect. Small Town Murder Songs was her last film. She will be missed.
Yeah. I’m an addict.
Visited the Young Centre twice in the past 24 hours: last night for Soulpepper’s production of The Fantasticks and today for George Brown Theatre School’s second year period study performance.
The Fantasticks – in its current form – is only slightly older than I am. And I’d never seen it before; nor was I familiar with the plot. I only knew two of the songs: Try to Remember and They Were You; the latter I learned while at George Brown Theatre School.
It’s a lovely, sweet and magical show – and director Joseph Ziegler’s cast is up for it. Soulpepper AD Albert Schultz (the narrator/El Gallo) and Derek Boyes (Mute) set the stage for the story of love and discovery. Jeff Lillico and Krystin Pellerin are adorable as the young lovers, set up via a false family feud by their fathers, played by Michael Hanrahan and William Webster. Scene-stealing props to Oliver Dennis and Michael Simpson as the travelling actors. Loads of fun – go see this: see soulpepper.ca
Today, George Brown Theatre School’s second year class had its annual trial by fire – this time, with Restoration plays. Being a grad of the school, as well as an initiate of said trial (my class performed the first period study at the school – Elizabethan and Jacobean in 1988), I was especially interested to see this year’s class as Lady Windermere’s Fan castmate (and fellow Johnny Depp b’day sharing gal) Tennille Read is in the second year class.
I was only able to stay for three-quarters of the performance. Period study is serious business – and has gone from a six-hour show to a full-day affair, complete with morning and afternoon coffee breaks, and a lunch break. Directed by Jeannette Lambermont-Morey and Sarah Dodd (the latter, I believe is a grad as well), this is a class to watch out for. And from adorable maid to sexy and passionate Cleopatra, Tennille was amazing. A thoroughly enjoyable day of theatre. And they only perform this once, otherwise, I’d tell ya to go see this too.
On the upside, the third year class does a full season of shows – and they share the Young Centre with Soulpepper, usually playing in the Tankhouse Theatre space. Check them out sometime too.
Saw Small Town Murder Songs on Sunday. The Canadian film, by writer/filmmaker Ed Gass-Donnelly, features an excellent cast – notably Peter Stormare, Jill Hennessy and Martha Plimpton, as well as my pal Heather Allin, and a haunting choral soundtrack by Bruce Peninsula.
There’s a lot that goes unsaid in this film – and the audience can glean much from the characters’ silences: the looks, the body language and, especially, the flashbacks into local cop Walter’s (Stormare) violent past. For instance, Allin – who plays the murdered young woman’s mother – gives an extremely moving performance with very few lines. In fact, in the identification scene at the morgue, she has no lines at all – but manages to convey a mother’s denial, disbelief and anguish at seeing her daughter as the sheet is lifted from the body on the chrome table.
Go see this movie – it’s playing at the Royal.
Happy to be having a three-day weekend – spending time with friends and family, and looking forward to new creative horizons. And, hell, just vegging.
Now, if we could only get some long weekends happening in November and June…
Getting busy at Alumnae again, with New Ideas fast approaching, and – as always – trying to get out to cover Alum pals doing other theatre work. Check out the latest happenings on the Alumnae blog: http://www.alumnaetheatre.wordpress.com
Have a good one, all!
Saturday was birthday and cabaret day, as I spent the afternoon with friends to celebrate their son’s third birthday. One of his friends declared it to be a “boy party” – the kids had split off into girls (who were mostly older and friends of the older sister) and boys. Ever been in a room with a bunch of three-year-old boys and a basket of balls? Pande-freakin’-monium. The five-year-old sister of the birthday boy had her party back in November – and it was like Lord of the freakin’ Flies. This one was more Apocalypse Now.
From there, I high-tailed it over to Whistler’s for a grown-up birthday party with a gang of theatre pals from Cabbagetown Theatre – dinner downstairs, followed by No Sweetheart Required upstairs and back downstairs for the after party. Check out my NSR write-up on the Alumnae blog: www.alumnaetheatre.wordpress.com
Think I had one pint too many – but I was okay. Nicely toasted and goofy.
Missed a couple of things late last week/this past weekend: Sweets & Treats at the Village Playhouse (I’ve asked Alumnae friend/colleague Tina McCulloch to do a write-up on that for the Alum blog) and my pal, the lovely and talented jazz singer Kira Callahan, who did a Valentines gig at Hollywood on Thursday night. She did send me this great photo, though:
Sunday was a quiet day of brunch with a friend and doing some final weekend errands/chores. All in all, a good one. And lovin’ the spring-like weather we’ve been having, however briefly.
Have a good one all.
Loving and working in the theatre is very much like being in the mob: you can’t quit.
Found myself talking about, thinking about, working on and otherwise attending the theatre a lot this past Friday night/weekend – from telling a new friend about my play Over the Lips over coffee on Friday night, to going to see friends in a production of Real Estate at the Village Playhouse on Saturday night, to prepping a package to submit Over the Lips to Clean Sheets (in Vancouver) on Sunday. Just. Can’t. Get. Away.
Oh well – there are worse things to be addicted to, I guess.
Check out my recent post on Real Estate on the Alumnae blog: www.alumnaetheatre.wordpress.com
Went to the Indian restaurant near my office for some lunch-time take-out and, barely in the door, I heard the owner behind the counter shout: “Beef thali to go!” to his co-worker in the back. That’s how I’m known there – “Beef thali to go.”
At the Vietnamese place near my house, I”m known as “Number 95 to go.”
For Swiss Chalet and the Thai place near my office, I tend to mix it up – and at least one of the folks at the Thai place (Ivy) knows me by my first name.
At work, I’m “Proofreader.” At the theatre, I’m “bloggergal” or “scenic artist” – at least lately. Sometimes “actor” or “playwright.”
With family, I’m daughter, sister, aunt and Godmother.
And, I imagine I’ve been called things that I can’t publish here.
At various times in my life, I’ve also been girlfriend, lover, partner.
All of these things are me – to varying degrees. Facets. We all have ’em.
My mother also sometimes calls me “Diamond in the rough.”