March 8, 2016
As Liz whacks at Burton in Zeffirelli's gorgeously lavish 1967 Taming of the Shrew, the language erupts beyond the device of the stage turned location: Padua. The couple falls through the roof of Baptista's incredible compound into a huge basket of flax. He wears her down. It's a really wonderful production. (I worked with the director one time. A totally lovely and engaged gentleman!) The woman with violet eyes emerges. Wedding bells chime. The costume budget for this film must have been through the roof, too.
A correspondence with the playwright, Fengar Gael, is informative and really interesting. I met her years ago and reviewed her play, Opaline, in Long Beach last week. The production needs help. The play itself is loopy and lovely. It's going up in New York next week! Congrats to Fengar.
And, correspondence with my artist friend, Jill Bell, has been restored. Email has been wonky. We've been corresponding for a long time and it's a great feeling to have a true connection.
Need professional graphic design?
Check jillbell.com.
March 8, 2016
michaelsheehan
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