From the desk of Quintana “Quinto” Haberno (pt 3 – The Woman knew her ways)
I hate theatre.
There, said and done. I hate the fakeness of it. I hate the “sparsity” of it. Calling an actor “theatrical” is easily my fave insult and the BBC sure has a knack for having “theatrical actors” in their ranks. The same damning that makes Mexican actors shit.
So, yeah, I avoid theatre like the plague. And don’t get me started on musicals. Shit, please, drill my eardrums and drop some Tesco Quality bleach on them. I’ll take that over anything that Lloyd Webber or Stephen “The Master of Dissonance” Sondheim crap.
With that in mind and hopefully waiting for half the audience back home to recover, I’ll tell you about how I ended up watching a play.