Half of my [dys]functional education was based in large part in the teachings of Monty Python, as some of you may know.
Thanks to the Internet and those who own the rights to Monty Python(?), the fully movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail is available on YouTube. Watch it. NOW.
An African or European swallow?
You make me sad.
Share your favorite Holy Grail line/scene in the comments!
March 27th, to those of you who don’t know, is World Theatre Day.
I’m not a theater major. I do not see very many live stage performances – not for lack of interest, but for lack of moolah. I have dabbled, though. In high school, I played a lord and a microcharacter named William in As You Like It my freshman year. In my senior year, I entered the National Shakespeare Competition, placing 1st in my school and 2nd at state. (Just one spot away from going to Nationals, but let me tell ya, the girl that placed 1st at state definitely deserved it – watch the 2012 Nationals here). The closest activity I’ve done to theater recently is making a semi-interesting presentation about Internet regulation for an ethics class.
O the exciting life I have.
If I were any good at sonnets, I’d write a sonnet. Anyway, World Theatre Day isn’t just about Shakespeare; it’s about all theatre! So check out your local live entertainment and plan on attending a play. Maybe you can find a broadcast of a play. A couple months ago I went with a friend to see The Last of the Haussmans National Theatre broadcast at a local theater. That was great fun.
Go on and get some culture in your life!
[Watch a video about the history and impact of Commedia Dell’Arte – National Theatre]
Do you participate in theater or other live performance arts? What’s your favorite play or piece of theatrical work?
As shown in previous posts, I love me some Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Gray is one of my favorite novels for its verbal aestheticism and its abundance of Wildian wit. It was my introduction to the all too human legend that was Mr. Wilde. He seduced me with his language much like Lord Henry seduced the young, naive Dorian into a life of hedonism and aestheticism. Except I’m not a heartless hedonist. And I didn’t sell my soul and age to the devil.
Oscar Wilde was the King of the Aesthetes. He championed “art for art’s sake” and the soulful importance of beauty. In his preface to TPoDG, he writes,
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
In the 1890s, Oscar Wilde was put on trial for his crimes of libel and homosexuality, which at the time was considered as lowly and sinful as bestiality. Even under the threat of imprisonment, Wilde remained as witty and eloquent as ever.
Watch the brilliant Stephen Fry (a sort of modern Wilde) defend himself and “the love that dare not speak it’s name” from Wilde:
Learn more about THE MAN here.
So, uh, yeah. I’ve never read any of the Lord of the Rings series, I’ll admit that. Haven’t read anything by J.R.R. Tolkien. Neither proud nor ashamed of it. The movies are great, albeit rather long and slow at times, but overall they are fantastically made movies. I can’t speak to how close they are to the novels, but I can say that they’re definitely epic and just masterfully done. Do you know how much effort was put into every single tiny aspect of the movie? Do you really? Go read the IMDb pages of all the movies and read this Cracked article that includes a section on how each piece of orc army was handcrafted with a personal individual story. I mean DAY-UM.
Therefore, in honor of a day of reading Tolkien’s works… here’s a video of how The Hobbit should have ended.