Call me crazy…
but I didn’t enjoy Macbeth.
It’s not because Alan Cumming didn’t commit 100 percent. He did everything but open a vein (and there was so much fake blood at one point, he may have).
I just couldn’t understand him.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but when the text is Shakespeare to begin with — which means I already have to concentrate really hard instead of simply let the words wash over me like God intended — it is a challenge to follow the aforementioned text when it is being delivered in a thick, emotionally-charged Scottish brogue.
If I knew the play backwards and forwards like many people in the audience did, it would be less of an issue. But I don’t. So it was.
Add a very, very warm, packed theatre, and you’ve got all the ingredients for a semi-miserable evening.
It wasn’t you, Alan. It was me.
(Well, and your accent.)








This tickled me
My spectator-only relationship with tattoos continues as I watch more and more episodes of Best Ink on Oxygen.
Hey — some people watch morning talk shows; I watch Entertainment OnDemand.
Maybe that’s why I have started noticing tattoos on people in the street… and on television… and in random Google searches.
Get a load of this girl.
I may have commitment issues with tats, but I think hers will stand the test of time.
She chose right.
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