rent=meh
Saw Rent yesterday with some friends. It made me cry. Such a tear jerker. But ultimately not all that memorable. Maybe it's just because I can't stand bohemia stories that don't really interrogate the "slumming" aspects of the upper-middle class artists? Or am confused by the tragic tranny as object lesson story?
Plus, happiness=chocolate cupcakes found on the kitchen counter this morning. Rob brought some home last night for me!
Plus, happiness=chocolate cupcakes found on the kitchen counter this morning. Rob brought some home last night for me!
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The content isn't why I didn't like it, though. I didn't like it because so much of the dialogue is verse that doesn't bother to stick to the meter it's supposedly written in. The dialogue "songs" go on too long and eventually lose all pretense of structure, so a lot of scenes eventually turn into vaguely tonal shouting matches.
The parts where it was 15 straight minutes of stuff like "HOW WE GONNA PAY HOW WE GONNA PAY HOW WE GONNA PAY THE RENT" "I DUUUUNOOO DUDUDUDUDUDUDUNNNNOOOOoOoO" "OKAY THEN WHERE WHERE WHERE WHERE O WHERE WHEREWHERE iiHiiiihiiiiiiiiisss TOM" "(IIIIIIIIIII'M GETTING MUGGED mugged MUGGED MUGGED muuuuuugged)" "I DO NOT KNOW DO NOT KNOW DO NOT KNOW DOOOOO NOT KNOW THAT EEEEEEEEHEEEEETHUUUUUUUUUUR" were the parts most likely to make me cry--in frustration.
heh