So, this past weekend marked the CLOSING of [New Play!] and boy what a closing weekend it was!
First off, on Friday, we actually had a really nice crowd (IMAGINE THAT!) that was laughing at EVERYTHING (who'd a thunk?)! Which was great.
A cellphone goes off in the middle of Lurrrver17's opening scene.
Lurrrver17 then breaks the scene and proceeds to say out to the house:
Lurrrver17: Excuse me. Is that more important than what's going on up here?
BAM! HOLY SHIT!!
Now, I feel the need to explain that this particular play is about a troupe of actors putting ON a play, so it was like totally in character that he did this...but it was kind of the most amazing thing EVER.
The woman who answered her phone proceeds to HAVE A CONVERSATION during the play ON HER PHONE.
AFTER Lurrrver17 has totes called her out, AND after the audience is turning to SHUSH her AND after her husband is like punching her in the arm, she is still GABBING AWAY.
He should've punched her in the mouth.
So like, we literally insert like 4 new lines about people talking on their phones into the rest of the act. I mean bitch was SHAMED.
To make it even MORE ridiculous? Turns out that PhoneBitch? WAS AN USHER FOR THE THEATRE.
YEAH! Like what?
But like, when I took Lurrrver17 home that night I totally all gushed about his badassery to his parents and they were like...no way! WTF REALLY?!?! OUR BABY BOY!?!?! But the best? Was when LurrrverDad says:
"Man. That takes some CHUTZPAH!"
And that's why Yiddish is totally awesome.
You know what ELSE is totally awesome? Counting the Harry Potter actors in "David Copperfield" on Masterpiece Classic last night.
Five so far. In case you were interested.
Seriously? I'm not necessarily a huge Dickens fan...ok, I'm not gonna lie, I loved Great Expectations...and I MIGHT have written half a musical version of it with WickedFamous...but I was watching Davey Copperfield last night BAWLING MY EYES OUT. Which, I also did during "Bleak House."Like how much BAD SHIT can happen to LittleRadcliffe? Like SERIOUSLY.
Why you gotta play me like that Dickens? WHY?
But you know what? That movie reminded me that Bob Hoskinsis pretty much amazing in every way. Like, why can't I have a little Bob Hoskins to like, wake me up in the morning...like he could live in my alarm clock and be all small, and peppy and adorable. Then I could pick him up by his little waistcoat and put him in my pocket, or my purse...and when I'm eating lunch he could just perch on my shoulder saying snarky things in a British accent.