Now Playing: She's So High by Kurt Nilsen
I love the theatre. I love dressing up. I love seeing everyone dressed up.
Well, that's not entirely true. I don't understand why boys wear jeans to the theatre.
I love that the action is there, right there, that you're watching something raw. I mean, I know it's rehearsed and all of that, but it's the first take. It's imperfect, it's beautiful.
Yesterday I went with a few friends to watch National Interest at the Heath Ledger Theatre. This is the second theatre excursion our school has organized; a little while back all the year twelve lit students went to watch Arcadia, which was amazing. The school had THIRTY FREE TICKETS, but I rather doubt thirty people showed up. Which is ridiculous. I don't understand people who give up opportunities like this for study. I mean, it's like not taking the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory because you have a Maths Specialist test the next day.
National Interest was pretty intense; it is a play commissioned to tell a very different perspective of the Balibo Five, which is a very dark and murky chapter of Australian history. It's a very political play, but also a very personal one; very well done, but a very...intense experience. Definitely not for the faint hearted, but it's a very moving story and it was very well done. Highly recommended.
1 comment:
Good to hear the buzz on National Interest at the Heath Ledger Theatre.
Julia Blake must have been brilliant, unless there are different actors in the Metro Five.
No, I don't know why boys wear jeans to the theatre either. I would understand it better if they were actually acting or on stagecraft duties (black pants are the key).
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