My dear dear ones, there is so much to say about The Curse of the Mummy, that I am not sure how exactly to say it. It was two spectacular evenings spent with friends old and new. I shall break down The Curse of the Mummy into sections so as to better recall the madness.
10/30 - Dinner & Curse of the Mummy
10/31 - Sleep No More & Curse of the Mummy
There are minor spoilers and such. So don’t read this if A) you can travel back in time or if B) you hate recaps.
Last night, I went to Manderley (I snagged a last minute ticket to the late show). And for my spontaneity, I was justly rewarded with murder most foul. Here are the vicious highlights:
Agnes (Isadora Wolf) and I were alone for a while and she led me gently into her boudoir. I under the impression she would be sweet throughout her monologue about that old estate. Not so, she gave an increasingly creepy reading and then savagely shoved me backwards out through the narnia closet. Thanks Agnes. That is one tough little gal!
Malcolm (Jonothan Lyon) nearly choked me to death and coughed out the wettest feather I’ve ever experienced. The magnifying glass was so close, I thought I could see into his mind through his iris. It was dark and unforgiving. So were his formidable mitts around my slender neck. He wahn’t kiddin’. I a-scared of J-alcolm.
Speakeasy (Nick Bruder). Nick Bruder was my first SNM crush. He was pretty and intense when I first saw the show a year ago and remains a favorite. I’ve only ever had one of his 1:1’s because — though I like watching his performance, I dislike the crowding of the other Brud-ievers. Usually, I just give up. Last night, however, I was determined. Speaks refused to choose a white mask amongst the three of us for his 1:1. Instead, he opened his palm and made a little sweep of the hand as if to say, “go on in, whoever…” so I did. And fortune favored the bold. His speakeasy scared the c#$% out of me. Good thing I’d been fortified with whiskey.
Taxi (Erik Abbot-Main). I’ve never seen this famous EAM, so I felt determined to follow him through his stroll of the MacDuff apartments. He took rock-a-bye baby very literally and nearly took out another white mask with a violently flying crib. He then gave me a friendship bracelet…actually, I think he was trying to choke my wrist to death. He then made out with several taxidermied animals and attempted to make me do the same thing to a goat. His taxi is methodical and quietly menacing. Well played EAM, well played.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST - there was a NEW cast member…or at least, someone who I’d never seen before. He was so magnificent and mesmerizing, I nearly fell over when I saw him for the first time. Forget all my old loves at the McKittrick. This new cast member is perfection. His dark eyes pierced my mask and into my heart. I don’t know his name, and I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, so please click on the link only if you’ve seen the show recently. And let me know his name. I *heart* him…
We don’t tell them not to cross the line because 99 out of 100 get it…" says Barrett. "That’s a boundary that we’re really interested in pushing," says Doyle. Does it ever go too far? "We’ve had performers be kissed. It’s good that it works. We want people to fall in love with them. But sometimes people don’t quite get that it’s not reciprocal.
Hey, I love reading you're stuff about TDM I went last night for the first time and found it absolutely incredible, I was wondering where I can listen to the 'soundtrack' you mentioned and if you remember the 'lively' song played right at the end during the dance routine ? Thanks :) x
If Sleep No More is a sexy, sophisticated, subtle, trans-Atlantic lass, then The Drowned Man is her brassier, shinier, louder, and (in a word) “easier” cousin — not unlike the dystopian America the show attempts to capture.
I saw The Drowned Man three times last week and wish I could see it three more times next week. Alas, visits to London don’t come cheap but for those of you who can afford the time and cost of airfare, I highly recommend rushing over to England and seeing TDM (before it’s rumored end date of December 2013).
This post is rather long because of the recap, so to sum it up, I loved TDM. A lot. It does not do it justice to compare it to SNM, but when you’ve seen SNM over 20 times, one cannot help but compare the two. The most obvious differences in the production are:
The set is massive and exceptionally intricate. The details are astounding. The richness of set is worth three visits alone.
The entrance into the show is different in that you do not enter from a bar. Therefore there are no MIB/WIB to officially welcome you from the start. The bar is a tad harder to find because of this.
There is a lot more dialogue. The characters talk to each other quite a bit and sometimes even encourage you to speak.
There are about twice as many characters and many more 1:1 performances.
It is easier to find performers and the audience is less aggressive (possibly because there is just more space and more performers to follow or some innate British sense of fair play). Although there is so much more to see and absorb, you can almost always find a performer and in that way, the show feels easier to follow and digest at first.
There are costume changes for several of the characters
The finale has people clapping every time
There is so much beautiful imagery and Punchdrunk has once again outdone itself with the mash-up of film, theater, supernatural symbolism, love, lost, death. I could go on. The rest of this post is my recap of the first of three visits. Yes, I know “recaps are all the same” — this one is not particularly creative, since I am just trying to recall all that I saw in detail. I don’t know all the character or cast members names, so please excuse the omissions. If the show goes past December of this year, there may be another visit from me and if not, then I’m glad to have seen the performances I did. After the jump, there will be some spoilers so please please please do not read this if you intend to see the show.
Darlinks, I am back from merry ol’ England and my, do I have a lot to say about The Drowned Man. But before we get there, I thought I’d offer some costume ideas for our upcoming Halloween party at the McKittrick.
Yes, if you haven’t bought tickets to Temple Picture’s premiere of "The Curse of the Mummy" starring Maximilian and Violet, hurry up and do it! I expect to see you all in your finest mummy rags and crowns of gold.
Visits #20 & 21 - Oh I am guilty of not recapping for so long that I have only the haziest of memories of these last two shows that took place over the last days of summer. I do remember spending almost the entire 20th show in the bar, dancing with Rupert, bantering with Leopold and and spellbinding with Annabella. I also met the new MAN-nurse, whose name escapes me (and I finally completed my bucket list of 1:1s). And the most beautiful Agnes (Emeri Fetzer) gave a distinctly different read during her 1:1 and almost made me see the moonlight in a room without a moon.
#21 was made up of cast members in roles I’d never seen before. Two new MIB who I’d never met sent me on a ride on the 6th Floor. James Graber as Fulton and Garth Johnson as Taxidermist. Before you ask how I got the bone trinket, please know that I did not snatch it from Lady Macbeth (like I’ve often wanted to do). Rather, it was given to me as a surprise from the Taxidermist as he tenderly walked me to witness a hanging.
I’ll be unable to return for a while and the next time I post, I do hope it will be about The Drowned Man. Cheerio, my lovelies! I am off to jolly ol’ England and will report back soon.
It is hotter than Hecate out there. Hotter than being “Popped” in the dark. Hotter than Sexy Witch’s t*%s. Hotter than running up 5 flights of stairs in a tuxedo. It’s burning hot my darlings, and I need to cool off.
One thing that seems to help brings my temperature down is listening to the Sleep No More soundtrack. Today, I can’t seem to get enough of Close Your Eyes by Al Bowlly. It makes me think of brushing my hands against those inky velvet walls, the damp sweet smell of dirt, roses and licorice, and being whispered to in a lightless room. I need to return. Soon. Soon.