Showing posts with label rom rilliams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rom rilliams. Show all posts

Friday, February 4, 2011

The Reader: Why They Can't Ever Beat The Internet! (Written by Anonymous)


Anonymous
Used to be, The Reader was the only publication in town that would review your little theater company/art show/sandwich shop in Pilsen.

Anonymous
The Chicago Reader: The Abacus of Theatre Journalism!

Anonymous
Now, as long as you give them a free ticket and a chance to ogle your ladies, you have acres of internet real estate just aching to fill up content about YOU.

Anonymous
But you still want some uneducated old fat guy to show up and cough in the back row? Then you need The Reader.

Anonymous
In the same way that Craigslist beat the Reader at its own game, what with offering free advertising to slumlords and hookers on the web, the bloggers and Facebook have beaten it in theater and art criticism. ANYONE can be a critic now, and while that might not be a favorable solution to the problem of why Hedy Weiss won't see your performance art piece about vaginal cleanliness, it does solve the problem of Ralbert Rilliams farting up your theater space.

Anonymous
The old saying still holds weight:
"4 bloggers equal 1 Chris Jones, but at least neither of them are the Reader ".

Anonymous
So, is there any real reason why people are still inviting the Reader to see their work? Is it the same reason why people still eat at the Heartland Cafe? Baby Boomer Guilt.

Anonymous
Tradition seems to have gotten us right here, where we have been for 30 years. Let's try something new, gang! Instead of spending your press packet money on some old weirdo who will undoubtedly ruin your perfect blog review record for the sole sake of being contrary, try something new, like a suburban newspaper, or an actual advertisement. Unless you are too lazy to change.

Anonymous
There are outlets out there who will treat you with respect, and yes, the blogs and papers might not get into the hands of aging hipsters with technology issues. But those jerks will be begging for free tickets anyway. Why not get on a blog that someone can read on their Droid? You at least know they can afford a fucking Droid.

Anonymous
You know Anonymous, I feel like sometimes we beat around the bush because we assume that everyone is smart and understands what is being said between the lines, but let's come right out and say it today.
THE READER IS THE FUCKING WORST.

Anonymous
Back when The Reader actually had 4 sections, I used to call it The Bum Quilt. But I suppose you could call it Bum's Charmin these days. I mean, if you picked up a few of em, you bums.

Anonymous
Wasting an opening night full ticket for some creep to sit in the house and write a 3 line review? You might as well just invite a bum. Or Rom Rilliams.

Anonymous
Did we just blow your minds?

Anonymous
Are you going to tell the Reader on us?

Anonymous
Well you can't call them, because they couldn't pay the phone bill this month since it was either that or give Rack Relbig a case of Blatz for his review of The Beats.

Anonymous
So you better mail them a letter, even though you will never know who to mail it to. Better make it out to Adult X-Matches.

Anonymous
You know where a better place to find mistresses is though? AshleyMadison.com. I'd just email them.

-Anonymous, Anonymous

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Elephant Man (Bohemian Theatre Company)


My friend Anita and I went to see The Elephant Man at the new Theater Wit space, but first we stopped off at The Gondola. The Gondola is the new restaurant across the street there, where Joey's Brickhouse used to be, and let me tell you, it was hoppin'!
We didn't have tons of time, so we settled on an order of baked clams and a conversation about our lives.
When the food came out, Anita put a whole clam in her mouth. She bit down and with shock and despair in her voice she shouted "They left half the goddammed shell on this thing!"

Yes, Country Mouse, they sure did.

After we figured who to blame for leaving the shells on the bottom of these baked clams, we told the waitress we would only be paying half price, because you could only eat the top half of these things and we also suggested that the chef should, perhaps return to cooking school and take a class on mollusks.

After dinner, we wandered over to Theater Wit. What a great new theater! The box office was friendly and the concessions area was clean and bright!
I ordered a ginger ale with some ice for the show. I saw that it was about 1:45 without an intermission and I knew I would be thirsty.
Why do shows go that long without intermissions? Can they not afford one?
I wanted to let them know that over at Steppenwolf they have a show with 2 intermissions, and maybe they would be willing to donate one. This seemed like it might come off as a little sarcastic, so I just let things be and found our seats.

What do you know about the play "The Elephant Man"?
Here's what I knew.
John Merrick was this real dude that had some crazy weird growths all over him. I had also surmised from this that the play was about acceptance of others no matter what their appearance is and that people would probably have accents.

I was right about both of those things.
The play is directed by June Eubanks, and one of the tricks she uses is, she projects the scene number and name up across the stage (like Frazier), and then an actor comes out and reads it. This device is used sometimes to make scene changes seem less utilitarian and add a touch of whimsy to the thing. Now, there are like 57 scenes in this play, so needless to say some of the scenes are very short, so sometimes it would go like this:
A scene would end, and a new scene would flash across the stage. For example:

Scene XIVX
There Is Only Darkness In This Room

and then here's the scene...

Doctor: What are you doing here?
Merrick: Catching lightning bugs. I use this for light.
Doctor: What for?
Merrick: There is only darkness in this room.



And that's the whole scene.

So there were like, 80 scenes like that. Now, to the directors credit, it was easy to follow everything, and you were always rooting for the Elephant guy. You want him to live or whatever he wants to do, and he also builds little cardboard houses or something, they never really got into that, but I bet that's what it was because once he was taken into captivity, he was probably pretty bored, just like elephants at the zoo.

Well at about scene 37, I was running out of ginger ale and so when I put the cup to my mouth, the ice would slide all the way down and when I put the cup back, the ice would crash at the bottom of the cup. At first I didn't notice, but as I kept doing it, I started to notice a certain set of eyes on me. Those eyes belong to a certain reviewer in town with a name that rhymes with Rom Rilliams. He was looking at me like he wanted to rape me in the alley. Well, you can bet that that was the last time I tried to drink any ginger ale!

Anyway, the acting is pretty good I guess. Here's the thing. Remember when you where in high school and everyone made fun of you for doing faggoty plays with British accents? This is one of those plays. The guy who plays the Elephant man is named Mike Tepeli. He's pretty new I think, but he's good. He's sort of like Will Allan I think.
Then there is Cameron Feagin who plays a whore with a heart of gold. She is REALLY good, but they don't do the topless scene for everyone to see boobs, only the Elephant Man gets to see them. Feagin has been doing a lot of plays lately and you can see why. She's very natural and has a nice speaking voice.
Zach Bloomfield is this guy who plays weirdos and he doesn't disappoint here. He plays a really creepy dude that ends up looking for some forgiveness, but is really just a douche.
But I think the BEST performance of the night goes to Steve O'Connell. He was great as the doctor on the edge and I have high hopes of never auditioning against him. That will be hard, since we are both tall and handsome leading men.

Go see this play, it's got a minimal set but I hear Bohemian Theatre is a great company to watch in the future, so get in on the ground floor!




B+

-Anderson Lawfer, Eric Roach



P.S. After the play, I saw Rom Rilliams order a ginger ale, so maybe he was just looking at me like that because he was jealous.