75, 76, and 77
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
I have never laughed so hard. I am exhausted.
My life is richer with Shumacher in it. We went to see POTO (Shumacher) last night at the multi. It was absolutely absurd. I hate Shumacher but went to see POTO because of the reviews. He never fails to disappoint. 75.
His shot choices, casting, framing, everything about Shumacher annoys me. I like Weber’s music. Saw the play once and own the disc. I figured - how bad can he fuck this up? Worse case I can at least enjoy the music. I kept a straight face and was impressed with some of the shots at times. Then the phantom appeared for the gondola duet and I burst out laughing. It was horrible. The pouty phantom profile as he poled… At least the phantom costume did not have erect nipples. 76.
Yes, she was seventeen and her voice fine, but puppy panting? I blame Shumacher. The best came during Point Of No Return, a powerful and passionate piece. I could just imagine herr Shumacher thinking there is something missing…I know dancers!!! 77.
November 25th, 2006 at 10:13 pm
[...] Room service was screwed up at the hotel. So instead of dinner they gave us a free movie. We have not laughed to hard since POTO. We spend the morning in a beautiful mountain town just off Route 66. The movie was Jackass Number 2, btw. 1424. [...]