*Andrew Templeton* who thinks life is wonderful and is a sucker for movies with angels in them *Marta Baranowska*, the non-movie watching wonder, who likes to claim: "If it's a good movie, chances are I haven't seen it, but I will review the play!"
Marta and Andrew making up after their fight? No, Todd Talbot and Jennifer Lines in It's a Wonderful Life; photo: David Cooper
Your Plank Panel rambling around a cramped castle:
*Andrew Templeton* who has never wrestled a pack of wolves but can be occasionally beastly, although generally he’s rather polite *Cathy Sostad* who is a beautiful Nordic princess who from time to time leaves her castle disguised as a peasant in order to slay dragons, return library books and get a manicure.
What does she see in this man? Steve Maddock and Amy Willis in Disney's (not anyone else's) Beauty and the Beast; photo David Cooper
The best way I can describe it is, sometime in 1986, I was 8 years old and I awoke from a vivid dream and it was all laid out in front of me: Baseball, specifically the New York Mets.
Sweetest Swing in Baseball: what if mike is a figment of gilman's imagination?
Your Plank Panel, singing their little hearts out for you: *Maryse Zeidler* who is frequently drowsy and wishes life were more like a musical *Andrew Templeton* who is never drowsy and knows life is a musical only that it’s playing in his head; this disturbs some people but he seems happy enough.
Jay Brazeau, a member of the Plank community wants to poke him.
If you don’t know the story of Matthew Sheppard, here’s a quick synopsis: on October 7, 1998 in Laramie, Wyoming, Sheppard, a gay college student was brutally beaten and tied to a fence. It received national media attention in the US and the two assailants Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson were each given life sentences.
The Memory of Water is a solid and predictable family drama about three daughters who return home to bury their mother. As if by clockwork, the skeletons emerge from the closet.
Torontonians have something in common with Victorians (the ‘resident of Victoria’ kind, not the ‘steam engine and top hat’ kind): we both happily defy stereotypes.
At my francophone junior high in Calgary, school administrators taught us to lock our classroom door, turn off the lights and hide behind our desks to avoid becoming victims of a tragedy like the one that took place at the École Polytechnique in 1989.
"All it is, it’s a carnival. What’s special? What draws us?” asks Roma in David Mamet’s Glengarry Glen Ross. He’s waxing philosophical on life as he draws in a potential sale. For this version of the carnival, The Main Street Theatre Company gives us David Mamet’s masterpiece about morality and salesmen. So what is special?
Bill fucking Dow and Josh fucking Drebit do fucking Mamet
Movies adapted from the stage are nothing new. The Sound of Music, Glengarry Glen Ross and Amadeus are just a handful of examples. It’s adaptions from screen to stage that are more rare.
Festen, eric peterson celebrates or is he in the corner (with) gas?
