Thursday, September 3, 2009

"Happy Days"

Cal Shakes

Last week Dr. A and I went to Cal Shakes to see a play that was too smart for us: Happy Days by Samuel Beckett. Acting, direction, environment were excellent. Play itself, not so good. The theater is outdoors, and we picnicked there beforehand.

The play is essentially a well-delivered 90-minute monologue given by a woman buried up to her waist (and then her neck) in a 20-foot high pile of dirt.

I guess I'm just not smart enough, Beckett -- is that what you want me to say!? Stupid Nobel laureates. Phttffffttt!!!


Amber said...

Hey, a date's a date. Bad play or not, that still counts.

Anonymous said...

play seems a lot like a personal blog

Dr. A said...

Anonymous sure hit the nail on the head.

Though the play was dreadful it was enjoyable because 1. the theather was awesome, with the backdrop being a beautiful sunset 2. my inner commentary on the play was hilarious and 3. it was a date.

amycs said...

If it didn't have Fonzi and Big Al in it, then what's the point?

Christie said...

It's like people only do things because they are smart...and that's just really sad.