Why I’ll never be a vampire – at least not on Broadway
My friend Shelli and I took a trip to Manhattan. We stayed at the Paramount hotel, the where Beetlejuice would feel right at home. Did you ever sit in a lounge chair made of wood? I have.
Our minimalist room (the bed sat on the floor with the equivalent of a picture frame for a head board) was across the street from the Broadway shows, Tarzan and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. We sat in the window, deciding what to do when we looked across the way and realized we could see into the dressing rooms. The reason this realization hit us was that one of the cast members from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels waved at us from the window. Of course our mischievous minds came up with many new ways of entertaining ourselves, such as throwing water balloons or gummy bears out of the window and onto the theatergoers below, but we thought better of it. Well, and the fact that the window would only open a smidge.
After wandering the streets, we took our spots for the Broadway show Lestat, based on the book The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. We took our places and admired the variety of theatergoers who surrounded us. Like the guy who looked like a cross between a punker and a wannabe vamp. Or the woman dressed like Elvira if she gained 200 pounds. And then there were the more typical audience members, dressed rather casually, ready for an evening of music. I won’t tell you what category my friend and I fell into.
As the lights fell and darkness covered the room, the sound of howling wolves hit our ears. Gotta tell you, I realized this was intended to be eerie but it wasn’t. Myself and a few others broke into giggle fits because it seemed so ridiculous. Then the curtain opened to find the actor playing awith his head hung over a “dead wolf” with “blood” trailing down the stage. UH. No. There were a few good songs and one or two scenes were engaging. Overall, there was much over-dramatization and melodrama for my taste.
After the show we resumed our trek through the streets of Manhattan, weaving through the crowds, admiring the views and ended or evening lounging with wine, cheese, and crackers.
My dreams of becoming a Broadway vampire have been shattered but I think I have a future as a heckler.
Our minimalist room (the bed sat on the floor with the equivalent of a picture frame for a head board) was across the street from the Broadway shows, Tarzan and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. We sat in the window, deciding what to do when we looked across the way and realized we could see into the dressing rooms. The reason this realization hit us was that one of the cast members from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels waved at us from the window. Of course our mischievous minds came up with many new ways of entertaining ourselves, such as throwing water balloons or gummy bears out of the window and onto the theatergoers below, but we thought better of it. Well, and the fact that the window would only open a smidge.
After wandering the streets, we took our spots for the Broadway show Lestat, based on the book The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice. We took our places and admired the variety of theatergoers who surrounded us. Like the guy who looked like a cross between a punker and a wannabe vamp. Or the woman dressed like Elvira if she gained 200 pounds. And then there were the more typical audience members, dressed rather casually, ready for an evening of music. I won’t tell you what category my friend and I fell into.
As the lights fell and darkness covered the room, the sound of howling wolves hit our ears. Gotta tell you, I realized this was intended to be eerie but it wasn’t. Myself and a few others broke into giggle fits because it seemed so ridiculous. Then the curtain opened to find the actor playing awith his head hung over a “dead wolf” with “blood” trailing down the stage. UH. No. There were a few good songs and one or two scenes were engaging. Overall, there was much over-dramatization and melodrama for my taste.
After the show we resumed our trek through the streets of Manhattan, weaving through the crowds, admiring the views and ended or evening lounging with wine, cheese, and crackers.
My dreams of becoming a Broadway vampire have been shattered but I think I have a future as a heckler.
posted by Lisa Diane Kastner at
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
1 Comments:
Hey, heckling has its perks... especially if you really hit the big time and find yourself on the front page of the NYT throwing gummy bears at theatre goers :)
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