Some friends dragged me out to the theater tonight to watch Zoe Wanamaker (Madam Hooch!) in Tennessee Williams' play, The Rose Tattoo. I loved it. Serafina's deep-felt passion makes you want to catch every nuance of life yourself, makes you realise that sorrow and suffering is what makes love, love and life, life. And the hope that, with time, we do get better, until one day, snap!, we suddenly find that it's over and we can laugh again. My only quibble was that the actors slipped between American and Italian accents (they were trying) - it was a little distracting. But, wouldn't you say this was just the right play for me to watch right now? I have fantastic friends.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Review: The Rose Tattoo
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2 comments:
Yes! It sounds fabulous indeed.
I like Tony Takitani. It's a cool, elegantly-filmed essay in desire (through fetishisation) and loss. But it's not that sad a film. I think the quirky turns of the story give it a certain distance.
And I love the clothes!!! Visual porn.
Yup, I've been indulging in retail therapy myself recently... *guilty look* persis xx
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