The Audacious Intelligence of "The History Boys"
If you follow my Brews, you'd probably realize I usually feel like quite the fish-out-of-water at these opening night Arts Club performances, full as they are of actors, agents, assigned seating, and critics who actually get payed. The sea of suits and sequins may be broken by the odd kimono - but everyone's pants seem to fit, the beards tend to grey, and they've all got perfect posture. I find myself convinced I've somehow ended up at a wedding or a funeral... 'til the soothing sound of the schmooze comes in to remind me that no, it's just another big-name debut from Bill Millerd and company.
As I perform the nicotine depleted dodge-and-weave after the curtains close, my eyes will inevitably find themselves falling to those platters of pygmy cheese cubes. Bites to kick-start conversation, they always leave me with an urge to draw some sardonic metaphor between Broadway play and post-performance hors d'oeuvre. It's not gonna happen, though, so long as the group keeps putting on such entertaining and artistically rich productions. Once again I've been forced to check my cynicism (ok, most of my cynicism) and praise the Vancouver debut of The History Boys as another complete success, and further testament to our city's theatrical prowess...
As I perform the nicotine depleted dodge-and-weave after the curtains close, my eyes will inevitably find themselves falling to those platters of pygmy cheese cubes. Bites to kick-start conversation, they always leave me with an urge to draw some sardonic metaphor between Broadway play and post-performance hors d'oeuvre. It's not gonna happen, though, so long as the group keeps putting on such entertaining and artistically rich productions. Once again I've been forced to check my cynicism (ok, most of my cynicism) and praise the Vancouver debut of The History Boys as another complete success, and further testament to our city's theatrical prowess...










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