I once saw a very Goth Dream. Essentially all the fair folk were undead - mostly walking corspes, but I think spirts where they were required to be more nimble. I've seen worse MDs. And faerie folk were originally the ghosts of a dead race, the people inside the hollow hill. So making them undead well within the spirit of the myth - though pretty obviously not what Shakespeare had in mind.
Also I once saw a truly awful MacBeth in which Heston played the lead. The man even in his prime was obviously not a stage actor. I forget who played lady MacBeth also a really major film actress - one who did OK, but was not really suited for the role.
But MND isn't really about communications issues fucking things up. It's the damn meddling fairies.
Just one more reason to not let them marry!
Maybe that's why they meddle.
The misunderstanding-that-can-be-resolved-by-one-conversation thing annoys me in any show.
That comes up in discussion a lot on some romance lists I used to frequent. If your whole dramatic set up could be resolved in one conversation, and more, one conversation which any normal person would have, or a question any sane person would ask, it's not worth my time.
A Midsummer Night's Dream is my favorite Shakespeare play, but I have never seen a production of it that is really good.
The Milwaukee Symphony did a pretty good production in conjuction with the Milwaukee Ballet last year. Red Foreman was
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the one who gets turned into an ass. And I think the director was Q.
KO asked the same thing, last night, Cash.
(/Countdown likes carrots)
The misunderstanding-that-can-be-resolved-by-one-conversation thing annoys me in any show.
It annoys me IRL when one's job is on the line.
Oh dear. I promised a co-worker that I'd watch Dancing With The Stars tonight. She wants my take on Mario Lopez on a dance floor. (Truth be told, I wasn't really watching his feet. Boy has a nice ass, though.)
It isn't as painful as I thought it'd be but I'd rather be watching just about anything other than Jerry Springer right now.
I've probably seen A Midsummer Night's Dream 10 times, in productions of widely varying quality. The worst was one in which Puck was portrayed as a smart-ass executive assistant to Oberon. He was on his cell phone throughout the play.
