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Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay:
white, frivolous, over sexed yet sexless, shrill, single, stylish, a clown, unimportant, et al.
10/03/2005
Difficult, except not really difficult, though perhaps somewhat dark�in other words, a movie and a play.
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The past week involved dos cosas of the paying for entertainment type category.� First was all wear bowlersthe latest play at the Kirk Douglas theater in Culver City, except that play doesn�t quite capture what it really is.� Everything I�ve seen written about the show makes a point that it is not easily categorized.� It�s a play, it�s a comedy act, it�s vaudeville, it�s a performance piece, it�s magic, it�s a comedic duo (a la Laurel & Hardy) accidentally leaving a silent movie and spending the rest of the evening trying to escape the horrible reality of the theater stage.
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The show is funny, very funny, but at times it�s a very dark funny.� The two men involved with the piece are pushing the boundaries between humor and fear.� Not a laughing at the excesses of a horror movie fear, but a more real lack of control over anything in your life dread.� Actually no, they aren�t pushing boundaries; they have toppled the walls and are stomping on the remains.
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I�m overstating it a bit.� They aren�t sad Russian clowns who leave you feeling so depressed you want to kill yourself after, but then again, they aren�t exactly happy go lucky, sunshine and bright oversized plastic daisies either.
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Anyway, the real point is that the show was funny, dark funny, wicked funny, intelligently funny, uncomfortably funny, but mainly funny.
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Besides the play, there was also a movie, Capote.� Dealing with his experiences in writing In Cold Blood, it was interesting, good, and maybe a little bit difficult as well.� Philip Seymour Hoffman did a great job as Capote. Seeing his dealings with one of the murderers he wrote about easily swing from affection to cold manipulation was disturbing.�
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I went into the bookstore next to the theater after the movie and spent a few minutes watching folks I recognized from the audience asking clerks for copies of In Cold Blood, only to be told that they were out of stock.� From the near rote tone the clerks were using, I�m guessing there are waves of people asking for books by or on Capote after every showing of the movie.� I would have assumed that they had a policy of ordering extra copies of books any time there�s a �literary� film shown next door, but maybe the popularity of Capote caught them by surprise.
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After leaving the true crime section, I wandered through the store and after a while noticed that there was a poorly dressed, 50-something year old man checking me out.� Not really interested nor in a position to do anything even if I were, I did nothing out of the ordinary, essentially largely ignoring him as he looked.
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When I left the store I saw him again in line for checkout standing next to woman (who would appear to have been his wife, since it was then that I noticed his wedding ring).� He looked away when I walked by them through the door and out into the street.
more later,
nico