As I've already mentioned, I went to see Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker recently. You may remember that I enjoyed the first two installments of this current trilogy - The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi. I enjoyed the new film, though maybe not as much as the other two; this one seemed a little forced and seemed to be trying a little too hard to please everyone, and in all that trying, the sense of joy and freedom was lost. But I did have a good time and laughed out loud with delight several times, much to the chagrin of the extreme fan gents who were sitting next to me. No spoilers here, but there's a plot point about a spy in the bad guys' organization (I can never remember the names), and when that spy was identified, I laughed so loudly at the utterly right absurdity, I was afraid the fan gents would beat me up later. Thankfully, they didn't.
It was so bittersweet to see beautiful Carrie Fisher 'act' in this film; I thought they did a terrific job of editing her into the movie, though there were maybe a couple of shots that looked a little 'green screen-y'. But it was worth it to see her. Oscar Isaac is all that and a bag of chips and my boyfriend Adam Driver was again mesmerizing. I did wonder, however, how his costume change happened, but I digress. Daisy Ridley is a strong beautiful role model for all of us and it again struck me, HARD, that the diverse, inclusive, kind folks were the ones having to fight for their literal existence against the group of beautifully groomed white men. I overgeneralize, of course, but still. I was satisfied with this last chapter, if not blown away, and I will look forward to what they dream up next.
Last week, I picked up a discount ticket to see New York City Ballet; they were performing an evening billed as Stravinsky & Balanchine. The program had three ballets that were entirely new to me, and one that I've seen before. Side story: I stopped at Starbucks on my way to the theater and I saw a NY celebrity chef standing in line for the bathroom. All I could think was 'can't you afford to find a swankier bathroom, Mr. Celebrity Chef?' I guess they had to go, but still. Anyway. When I got to the theater, the box office couldn't find my ticket. Much to my chagrin, I saw that I actually had reserved my tickets for two nights earlier, which was weird, because I had a work event that night and couldn't have gone. The box office gent was quite nice about it and said it happens all the time. "Not to ME!," I said. He very kindly found me another seat, though it took quite a while. I was worried that the evening was sold out, but...no. My row in the third ring turned out to be empty, other than me, so I had a nice quiet evening by myself, watching beautiful dancing. Oh, and I was thrilled to see the orchestra was gorgeously conducted by Clotilde Otranto. In fact, I was also quite impressed with the diversity of body types on stage as well. Well done, NYCB, well done. Moving on.
photo credit: Paul Kolnik |
photo credit: Paul Kolnik |
photo credit: Paul Kolnik |
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