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I went to the Montreal Opera's production of L'Etoile last night. L'Etoile is a 19th century french operetta. It was quite hilarious actually, it was extremely light hearted and silly- a farce. But oh my god, I could not believe the design choices. It was just wild! I've seen shows done in white before, but this was an entirely white floor and white walls, and on stage left and stage right they had mirrors. It was crazy. And they lights were insane- they had six moving lights, and the colours they used were soooo bright and intense. It was like watching Willy Wonka meets Lemony Snicket (the King was actually called King Ouf, and seemed to have a strange reminisence to Count Olaf from Lemony Snicket. It didn't help that they had a drop that came in that had like eyes all over it.) It was just crazy. I sat through the entire show just astounded at the design. And just when I thought it couldn't get any more punchy and bright they brought in this drop of like Vegas calibre shiny stuff. It's hard to explain. I was impressed. It was interesting for me to see a design that was totally off the wall and utilized so many bright and crazy elements that in the end worked to make it a glorious spectacle. And at one point they actually had the moving light shine yellow starts all around the stage, and they started like literally making them dance around the stage and I'm like "What the fuck?! This is opera? What's going on?" The fact that I was watching an opera was lost somewhere within the first thirty seconds of the crutain going up. Which beats most of my other opera experiences where I usually drift off to sleep somewhere in the middle. Albeit, if you were a connoisseur of opera you probably woudn't have been impressed.
My week has been good.... I got lots of work done on my drafting on Thursday. I have my first two gound plans almost entirely done. I have to add some measurements, but that's no big deal. The hard part is done. Chris was fairly pleased with my drafts so far. So it's all coming along nicely.
Most of my weekend has been spenting reading up on Russian history and trying to get some stuff written down for my presentation and making some notes for the rest of the class to reference. Russian history is not easy to summarize. It probably doesn't help that I am reading some pretty hard core detailed books on it. I swear, it details every little piece of land and when Russia has control of it, and when she loses control of it. It's seriously making my head spin.
On Friday in sound class I had one of the best laughs I've had in a while. We watched this video on sound produced by Lucas Films. It showed scenes from Star Wars as they sounded when they were originally filmed. Darth Vader sounded hilarious!!!!!!!! His voice sounds all high piched and squeeky. And the scenes when the army are running around the Death Star and such there are directors and so forth saying "Look up. Now run. And Stop. Turn Around" and so forth. And it showed a little clip from when Luke pulls R2D2 out of the swamp when they crash, and you hear George Lucas making the little beeping noises of R2D2.
It also showed a scene from Indiana Jones and how the different layers are added of sound the create the finished product. It was very fascinating. Every different sound is individually recorded and then mixed to create the soundtrack. I never realized just how many elements are included.
I think I might like doing sound...
Well, I have to go get groceries so I have something to eat this week. The next three days are going to be busy because my class is pairing up with the first year actors. The actors each have selected a poem to present, and we get to make lighting designs for them. I had a meeting with my actor yesterday. It went well. I enjoy the poem he chose. This is the poem:
Archaic Torso of Apollo
by: Rainer Maria Rilke
We cannot know his legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
posted by">Hayley @
8:26 AM
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