Stranger Than Fiction

Perhaps in some effort to stamp claim to my break from studies, I’ve been immersing myself in fiction. No, not that book, but a range of other things.

Midway through the week I went with Amy and Adam to see a New York Metropolitan youth orchestra concert, which was entertaining, if a little loose with some very ‘curious’ playing.

Friday night Brett and Adam headed out to the movies to see Transformers. I must admit that I was under the impression that we were seeing Harry Potter (that’s what happens when you leave the MSN multi-person chat prematurely), so was a little concerned to discover that someone else was playing Harry, but pleasantly surprised to see that JK Rowling had started including scenes about the Iraq war in her books. After an hour or so when the car began to talk and I realised it wasn’t under a magical spell I looked at my ticket stub and the whole thing started to make more sense. Not a lot more, mind you. It still didn’t explain why everyone thought endangering the lives of a whole city of people was a good idea. Or why the story had to go on for so very long.

It wasn’t but a few nights later I was off, again with Brett and supplemented with Min to see a production of The Government Inspector. Again, a little long, but very funny with a great local cast. Sometimes a simple farce is exactly what the doctor called for, particularly when everyone is having such fun with their allotted bits of ‘business’, rising every time they get a laugh out of the audience.

I’ve been filling the hours in between catching up with some movies. I caught Disturbia (good fun if you aren’t expecting Hitchcock), Zodiac (very still and consuming with a great score by David Shire), Newsies (finally caught up with it, loved the Christian Bale dance solo in Santa Fe), and making my way through season two of Arrested Development (I’m so glad Liza made it back).

While it may sound like I’m slacking off in my own filth (why does that cut so deeply?), I am still busy and at the theatre most evenings or days. Now, where did I put that DVD…