Wow! What a great, intense experience.
Thumbnail review: good cheap fun on the H street corridor, albeit intense and somewhat disturbing. Don't go to see if you are feeling hopeless. Do go to see if you are trying to score with that brainy chick. My roommate said, "I read 1984 in high school, but I remember it was all about getting it on." Interesting high school experience there, Kimberly.
Things to discuss with brainy chick:
The use of the slogan "Support the Troops"
Parallels to the War on Terror
Use of torture
"Hey, that character reminds me of **** in the office. Do you think **** is a member of the Thought Police?"
The possible foreshadowing of the last scene ... need to see it to know what I mean.
For general observation, the set, sound and lights were a multi-media extravaganza that played in perfectly with the action on stage.
The acting was wonderful by Scott Fortier as Winston and Laura Harris as Julia. Ian LeValley's portrayal of O'Brien was so real and nuanced as to be completely compelling, and almost recognizable in the people among us here in DC. I don't know if this production is in the running for the Helen Hayes competition, but it damn well should be.
"1984" deals with a totalitarian regime. The Catalyst Theatre Company hit on political hot buttons for us today in its portrayal of torture, giving a realistic demonstration of the mental breaking down used in torturing people. Like I said, it was intense.
Go see it! Or pretend you did!
Tickets are only $10. Go to www.catalysttheater.org.
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7.26.2008
Crashing the DC Goth Scene: Club Midnight
If a middle-aged Jewish woman in white sandals and a powder blue top can feel comfortable at Club Midnight, anyone can.
Proving that publicity is a mixed blessing, I saw a City Paper article on the DC Goth scene and dragged my husband to Club Midnight.
First of all, people were nice. No one really talked to us, but then we sat in a corner and drank soda.
The clothes were exceptional. One woman arrived in what looked like a black wedding dress. The hairpieces woven into the hairstyles were original and fun. There were men dressed as pirates. A few were in jeans. Pretty much everyone was wearing black except some rebellious young man all in red. One woman wore a country dress with two braids. Braids were big with this crowd, mostly with the women. So were fishnet stockings and bustiers.
If you're a guy into big boobs, be sure to drop by Club Midnight, where they hang like ornaments all over the place. For women, the men were polite and hip.
The age ranges were teen to mid-forties, which made me and my husband some of the oldest people in the room. The music was loud enough to enjoy but not so loud you couldn't have a conversation. And there's free candy.
The atmosphere was festive and reminded me of the old 9:30 Club when one of the band members was in AA and everyone from the DuPont meeting was there. People were smiling, laughing and hugging each other a lot. Everyone seemed to know each other.
I would recommend Club Midnight to anyone as a happy, wholesome place to go and meet people. I know that "happy, wholesome" does not fit with the Goth self-image, but here it fits. The people are nice and the atmosphere is relaxed. And no one made me feel awkward for dressing like a suburban matron.
Proving that publicity is a mixed blessing, I saw a City Paper article on the DC Goth scene and dragged my husband to Club Midnight.
First of all, people were nice. No one really talked to us, but then we sat in a corner and drank soda.
The clothes were exceptional. One woman arrived in what looked like a black wedding dress. The hairpieces woven into the hairstyles were original and fun. There were men dressed as pirates. A few were in jeans. Pretty much everyone was wearing black except some rebellious young man all in red. One woman wore a country dress with two braids. Braids were big with this crowd, mostly with the women. So were fishnet stockings and bustiers.
If you're a guy into big boobs, be sure to drop by Club Midnight, where they hang like ornaments all over the place. For women, the men were polite and hip.
The age ranges were teen to mid-forties, which made me and my husband some of the oldest people in the room. The music was loud enough to enjoy but not so loud you couldn't have a conversation. And there's free candy.
The atmosphere was festive and reminded me of the old 9:30 Club when one of the band members was in AA and everyone from the DuPont meeting was there. People were smiling, laughing and hugging each other a lot. Everyone seemed to know each other.
I would recommend Club Midnight to anyone as a happy, wholesome place to go and meet people. I know that "happy, wholesome" does not fit with the Goth self-image, but here it fits. The people are nice and the atmosphere is relaxed. And no one made me feel awkward for dressing like a suburban matron.
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