<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:11:04.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETENTIOUSNESS</title><subtitle type='html'>The Official Blog of The Most Important Theatre Festival on Earth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-6705174666667681873</id><published>2007-07-03T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:32:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCREDITATION</title><content type='html'>Now that the Pretentious Festival is over, it's finally safe to say that the Pretentious Festival is not over.  There are a series of extensions, which you can read about at &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;http://bricktheater.com/pretentious&lt;/a&gt;, as well as future entries of this very blog.  Meanwhile, it is my duty (and a solemn one at that) to record the winners of Sunday night's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;  The ceremony, hosted with an astounding air of sheer hatred by the one and only (and let's keep it that way) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Lewonczyk&lt;/span&gt; (with the surly assistance of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Audrey Crabtree&lt;/span&gt;), lasted a mere four and a half hours, with acceptance speeches ranging in length from a mere nod (Most Obstreperous Silence) to a full production of Shakespeare's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt; (Master of the Bard).  In such an open field, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; win was an upset, so read on to become upset yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST UNDERSTOOD (a citation of failure):&lt;/span&gt; Matthew Freeman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview With the Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST MISUNDERSTOOD:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian W. Hill’s Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAST UNDERSTOOD:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercury Menifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEAST MISUNDERSTOOD (a citation of failure):&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compression of a Casualty/Fox(y) Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEENEST CONTEMPT FOR THE AUDIENCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rockberry, The Last One-Man Show, or The Infinity Within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST POPULAR PENIS: &lt;/span&gt;Robert Honeywell, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Play Ever Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FIRST ANNUAL DANNY BOWES LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD OF UNCONVENTIONALLY PROFOUND THEATRE:&lt;/span&gt; Danny Bowes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is the New American Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST-DRESSED NON-PARTICIPANT: &lt;/span&gt;Mikki Baloy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST ALCOHOLIC: &lt;/span&gt;Art Wallace, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRRADIANT PROWESS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amanda Woodward, Lighting Designer, many shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST OBSTREPEROUS SILENCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Children of Truffaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTTEST, SEXIEST STAGE MANAGER FROM TUNISIA: &lt;/span&gt;Rasha Zamamiri, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Play Ever Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST NOMINATED ACTOR:&lt;/span&gt; Gyda Arber, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian W. Hill’s Hamlet, Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST USE OF COGNITIVE DISSONANCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commedia Dell’Artemisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST USE OF “BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER”: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yudkowski Returns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE "OPPOSITE OF THEATRE" AWARD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(for Avoiding Participation in All Pretentious Festival Shows)&lt;/span&gt;: Alexis Sottile (accepted in the name of Theaters Against Theater)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST ORGANIC BLEND OF BRECHTIAN ACTING AND MEISNER TECHNIQUE: &lt;/span&gt;Scott Eckert, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Children of Truffaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DENSEST LANGUAGE BASED ON THE FORMULA OF A PICTURE BEING WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST FOREIGN-LANGUAGE PRODUCTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing on a Needle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASTER OF THE BARD: &lt;/span&gt;Aaron Baker, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian W. Hill’s Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEENEST DISAPPOINTMENT: &lt;/span&gt;Lynn Berg, Audrey Crabtree, Moira Stone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Play Ever Written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-6705174666667681873?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/6705174666667681873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=6705174666667681873' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6705174666667681873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6705174666667681873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/07/accreditation.html' title='ACCREDITATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1108637768329774455</id><published>2007-06-28T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:30:01.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCLAMATION: EVERY PLAY EVER WRITTEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoQMNVWjG-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/txHt8kk3_kM/s1600-h/Pret600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoQMNVWjG-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/txHt8kk3_kM/s320/Pret600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081199702790314978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Zinoman is a man of discerning taste and wide-ranging intellect.  His critical opinion was honed to an incisive cusp when he came to see the premiere of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every Play Ever Written&lt;/span&gt;, as presented by The Brick's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robert Honeywell&lt;/span&gt; on Friday last.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; review can be read &lt;a href="http://theater2.nytimes.com/2007/06/27/theater/reviews/27fest.html?ref=theater"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, and you should wear sunglasses because it is glaringly positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mr. Honeywell took time off from circumnavigating his private island via unicorn-powered jet-ski to answer our questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show is not pretentious.  Our show is an example of the hard work of theatrical exploration in action.  Great things come to those who run hard and long for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor John E. Hankins at the University of Maine stunned me with his trenchant observations in the Pelican Shakespeare on the meaning of young love in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo &amp; Juliet&lt;/span&gt;.  As did Professor G. L. Anderson on his extraordinary analysis of the erotic rasa in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhijñana-Sakuntalam&lt;/span&gt;, composed by the amazing Classical Indian playwright Kalidasa between the first century B.C. and the fourth century A.D.  But where would my understanding of theatre be without Professor C.A. Robinson, Jr’s moving description of the skene and all that emerged from behind its protective walls.  This one’s for you, C.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture." Explicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with Mr. Barthes.  My arms are relatively short and I act beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not seek to confuse or opaque anyone in the audience.  The audience is our friend, our co-traveler, our bunkmate, on this our journey through the ocean of theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Gardner’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.  Please see our show to understand why.  The divisions between us are now so deep as to be irreparable.  I still don’t see how he could do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would thank you, the Audience, and my extraordinary cast of Actors (Audrey, Lynn &amp; Moira) and my extraordinary stage manager and board op (Rasha), for using their love and support, their skill and dedication and unwavering teamwork, to take me deeper and yet me more deeply into the deep, dark, soothing essence of Theatre.    I would not thank Michael Gardner or his show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1108637768329774455?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1108637768329774455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1108637768329774455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1108637768329774455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1108637768329774455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/acclamation-every-play-ever-written.html' title='ACCLAMATION: EVERY PLAY EVER WRITTEN'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoQMNVWjG-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/txHt8kk3_kM/s72-c/Pret600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-2697772675789637607</id><published>2007-06-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:07:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (nth): MACBETH WITHOUT WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoFJIPZFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K-eAb0PoO4E/s1600-h/macbeth_05_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoFJIPZFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K-eAb0PoO4E/s320/macbeth_05_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080422260570145730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In today’s questionnaire, our questions are presented to the individual in the best position to answer them the way they were meant to be answered.  That’s right: I, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey Alexander Lewonczyk&lt;/span&gt;, Associate Artistic Director of The Brick, Artistic Director of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piper McKenzie Productions&lt;/span&gt;, Curator of the Pretentious Festival, and Director of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt;, am finally going to show you how it’s done.  Rejoice and/or Despair!  (Note our production photo at left.  None of those people are me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may not have been reading this blog with the regularity it requires, I was quoted in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; recently, calling William Shakespeare a hack, a livestock molester, a flash-in-the-pan, and, most damingly, a closet Catholic.  (Why anyone would want to take credit for his plays is beyond the really rather vast scope of my comprehension.)  We are improving upon his unfortunate play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt; by doing it without the pedestrian, sophomoric “poetry” with which it has long been associated.  Your average first-year creative-writing student has better self-editing skills than this long-dead solipsist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What influences we will confess to definitely do NOT include Shakespeare. Let’s admit to a glancing relationship with the greats of silent cinema (Griffith, Keaton, Pabst, von Stroheim, etc.) and throw in Busby Berkeley to make everyone scratch their heads in wonderment.  (We will not cite anyone within theatre, because we despite theatre.)  I will also list the names of those most influential to this production: ourselves.  Fred Backus, Katie Brack, Hope Cartelli, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Robert Pinnock, Robin Reed, Iracel Rivero, Ryan Holsopple, Qui Nguyen, Julianne Kroboth, James Bedell, and, of course, Jeffrey Alexander Lewonczyk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a show as gesture-heavy as ours, adequate arm length is a prerequisite that is thoroughly examined during the audition process.  That being said, the correct explication of this quote is “Roland Barthes was smoking opium one night and scribbled something down, and the rest of us are falsely expected to find it interesting and relevant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deny them the warm, comforting teat of language – is that not alienating enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We originally considered the speaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;s as our enemies, but that would be jejeune.  Instead, we settled upon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercury Menifesto&lt;/span&gt;, because A) their ethic of stillness contrasts sharply to our aesthetic of movement, and B) they have betrayed their presumptions of “silence” by doing a show in which they speak.  Silver-faced, forked-tongued hypocrites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our acceptance speech will be to present the entire show for the audience, free of charge, on the stage at the awards ceremony.  The only adequate way to pay tribute to those who would honor us is to give them more of what they so desperately need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-2697772675789637607?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/2697772675789637607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=2697772675789637607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2697772675789637607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2697772675789637607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-nth-macbeth-without-words.html' title='INTERROGATION (nth): MACBETH WITHOUT WORDS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RoFJIPZFQ8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/K-eAb0PoO4E/s72-c/macbeth_05_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1562954434297724247</id><published>2007-06-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:52:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (um, 19?): THE CHILDREN OF TRUFFAUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnvwJ_ZFQ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/hBi_Vgf6Y-Q/s1600-h/truffaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnvwJ_ZFQ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/hBi_Vgf6Y-Q/s320/truffaut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078917059216491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In response to rumors that writer/director &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Bland&lt;/span&gt; is actually the illegitimate son of French New Wave director Francois Truffaut, I say yes, yes he is.  Whether he himself would say so is another story, but that is not a story I'm interested in.  Meanwhile, his show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Children of Truffaut&lt;/span&gt;, plays Sat 6/24, Fri 6/29 and Sat 6/30.  Here are his answers to the freaking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show is inspired by the oeuvre of Andrei Tarkovsky, Federico Fellini, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, and Jean-Luc Godard, so, um…what was the question?  …Yeah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work is nourished by the three G’s – Grotowski, Godard, and Griffin, Peter.&lt;br /&gt;To expound on one—from Godard we honor the frisson, the tension created between self-awareness and adherence to naturalism or to the true emotion of a story however fractured—scenes where a character speaks directly into the camera as if being prodded by an outside force, or, even better, scenes where a character is being prodded, provoked, almost interviewed by another character on-screen.&lt;br /&gt;These Godardian dialogues, perversely Socratic (both question-packed and aiming at the examined life), speak to the issues and worries of the day while betraying a want, a need the interviewer (often male) so often has with respect to the interviewee (often female).  The dynamic is at once artificial yet formless, man-on-the-street yet dramatic—a blurring of fact and fiction so organic the blur is irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;Boo.  (pause)  Yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.”  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did Roland pass?  You’re serious?&lt;br /&gt;Roland Barthes “Simpson” once saw a photograph of a family member and proceeded to write a smashing essay centered around love.  Our show is about love.&lt;br /&gt;But our show is also “about” theatre—what Ro-Ba was meditating on.  It is “about theatre” not in terms of content but in terms of form.  It has three dimensions: space, time, and character.&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, text is extremely important to us, huge, if often indirect, in terms of conveying character and emotion.  But gesture implies concern for the body below the chin as well, where one might find arms long enough for reaching.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on not inviting our audience.  Which should alienate them.&lt;br /&gt;In case they do come, however, we presently have a video projection planned, described in the script as having “a Rothko-esque splotch of orange or dark blue.”&lt;br /&gt;Wait, we cut that I think.  Are you alienated yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sworn enemy is “Project 365.”  We don’t understand why Susan Lori-Parks is doing this festival.  Perhaps writing a play a day creates an image of pretension in some minds.  I, however, can only see a lady smiling at me from a roofless red car on the cover of “American Theatre” magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Update: We understand “Project 365” is no longer in the festival.  We are sorry for our anger.  It was sophomoric.  We are now focusing our energy/jealously on “Macbeth Without Words.”  Because the show has no words, they will not be able to say “Macbeth” in the theater, which would have thwarted all their efforts.  So we must go on the offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Chalmers rocks.  Stay clean, man, stay clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1562954434297724247?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1562954434297724247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1562954434297724247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1562954434297724247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1562954434297724247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-um-19-children-of.html' title='INTERROGATION (um, 19?): THE CHILDREN OF TRUFFAUT'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnvwJ_ZFQ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/hBi_Vgf6Y-Q/s72-c/truffaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3896955241040414495</id><published>2007-06-20T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:37:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION ([...]): Q1: THE BAD HAMLET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnmPyPZFQ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/5kAjABiJ4fM/s1600-h/HQ1announce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnmPyPZFQ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/5kAjABiJ4fM/s320/HQ1announce2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078248148124910498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So just what is it that makes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q1&lt;/span&gt; such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;?  Is it because the title is constructed in "urban" slang, creating a situation in which the modifier "bad" actually means exactly the opposite of what's expected?  No - stop trying to insult me.  This new production of what might well be an old version of an old play is being produced by &lt;span class="style21"&gt;&lt;span class="style35"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dillon/Liebman/Schafer &lt;/strong&gt;in association with &lt;strong&gt;New World Theatre Company&lt;/strong&gt; under the direction of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cynthia Dillon&lt;/span&gt;, and it opens TONIGHT at the one and only Brick.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Liebman&lt;/span&gt;, who portrays the titular Bad Hamlet, explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more pretentious than doing the First Quarto version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;, the only version of Shakespeare’s most oft-produced play - that no one ever deigns to do? Perhaps doing it with fake British accents while sipping martinis, or perhaps talking about doing it while in public so as to lure eavesdroppers into thinking how interesting and creative we must be. We’ve tried doing those things, but performing the play in the Pretentious Festival would make us feel far more self-satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work - extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no influences. Not even each other. We reinvent the wheel each time we take the stage. If not the wheel, the arts at least. We’re like the Walt Disney Corporation that way. Not influenced by it, just like it. We should also mention that Shakespeare’s First Quarto of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; in no way influenced our performance of Shakespeare’s First Quarto of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;, nor did Shakespeare. Nor Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s ridiculous. Did this Roland Barthes character ever write a Shakespeare play? I think not. “Speak the speech…nor do not saw the air with your hands…” seems pretty plain to me we’d better off as theatre artists without the distraction of arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience? We’ve never noticed one before and we’re not about to start now. That doesn’t mean we don’t want you at our show. It just means we will only acknowledge you existentially (and not without a modicum of ennui).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We declare the entirety of the Pretentious Festival, it’s very existence, our sworn enemy. Ideologically, metaphorically, allegorically, acutely, obtusely, truly, madly and deeply. And that other production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; too (break legs Ian &amp; Co.). To illustrate the disdain we bear, we will no longer refer to this as the Pretentious Festival, but rather the ?retentious Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3896955241040414495?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3896955241040414495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3896955241040414495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3896955241040414495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3896955241040414495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-q1-bad-hamlet.html' title='INTERROGATION ([...]): Q1: THE BAD HAMLET'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnmPyPZFQ6I/AAAAAAAAADk/5kAjABiJ4fM/s72-c/HQ1announce2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-595403356816060666</id><published>2007-06-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:47:46.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (interrogation): COMPRESSION OF A CASUALTY/FOX(Y) FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnLPG_ZFQ5I/AAAAAAAAADc/GveHFidUxf4/s1600-h/sbn_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnLPG_ZFQ5I/AAAAAAAAADc/GveHFidUxf4/s320/sbn_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076347449002771346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sponsored By Nobody&lt;/span&gt; is an up-and-coming theatre company that somehow defies the laws of physics in its very name.  Their double bill of found-text plays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Compression of a Casualty &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Fox(y) Friends&lt;/span&gt; opened the other night, and now a member from each cast weighs in on how special they are.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Criscuolo&lt;/span&gt; plays the Fox News morning anchor, Steve Doocy, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox(y) Friends&lt;/span&gt; (he would like viewers to note that he does not suffer from any of the afflictions Steve Doocy suffers from in the play; ladies, all of his organs are completely intact and functional).  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean O'Hagan&lt;/span&gt; is a founding company member of Sponsored By Nobody, and plays deceased American solider Joel L. Bertoldie in the play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Compression of a Casualty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;The only pretentious thing about our show is how much we're allowed to revel in&lt;br /&gt;our own FOX(y)-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe because it deals with current events, and is not based on a Disney cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;The obvious influences are Marshall McLuhan, Neil Postman, William Irwin Thompson, Jaron Lanier, and Jean Baudrillard. But, we also draw inspiration from a plethora of other pop culture sources including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh-In&lt;/span&gt;, the progressive rock band Genesis, the Home Shopping Network, and actor Peter Graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;Zydrunas Ilgaukus. Center for the Cleveland Cavaliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.”  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;Roland Barthes' arms were obviously too short to box with God. Besides, didn't&lt;br /&gt;he write &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mythologies&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah, that book sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;I agree. I have long arms, and my knuckles nearly scrape the ground when I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;What could possibly be alienating about our FOX(y)-ness? Audiences will swoon&lt;br /&gt;over our intoxicating blend of phermones and charisma. Although, I must admit,&lt;br /&gt;the numerous references to genitalia and erongenous zones may cause some viewers&lt;br /&gt;to leap right on stage and jump our bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;I'm not just going to give it all away here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;I am ideologically opposed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt; because there is nothing FOX(y) about Shakespeare without the language. Plus, having previously played the title role myself, I was shocked - SHOCKED! - that director Jeff Lewonczyk didn't call to engage my services. You've gotten yourself into a world of trouble now, mister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;All of them, is there any other way ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC: &lt;/span&gt;Thanks. You have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO: &lt;/span&gt;I refuse to believe that I am the most prententious out of a room of pretentious people. I demand a recount.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-595403356816060666?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/595403356816060666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=595403356816060666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/595403356816060666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/595403356816060666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-interrogation-compression.html' title='INTERROGATION (interrogation): COMPRESSION OF A CASUALTY/FOX(Y) FRIENDS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnLPG_ZFQ5I/AAAAAAAAADc/GveHFidUxf4/s72-c/sbn_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-9059556431383235251</id><published>2007-06-15T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:33:13.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION ((%$&amp;((): IAN W. HILL'S HAMLET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnKhZ_ZFQ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/ji5yq66Bh-M/s1600-h/ian_hamlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnKhZ_ZFQ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/ji5yq66Bh-M/s320/ian_hamlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076297197885408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian W. Hill&lt;/span&gt; was recently referred to as "downtown's Orson Welles" by &lt;a href="http://www.papermag.com/?section=article&amp;parid=1990&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paper Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it would be more accurate to refer to Orson Welles as a kind of bicoastal Ian W. Hill of the past.  That being said, Hill is doing what Welles never got off his ass to accomplish: he is directing, designing and starring in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian W. Hill's Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; on the Brick stage!  The show opened this past Tuesday, but there are three shows left.  Read what he has to say for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a production of that chestnut-masterpiece by Billy Shakespeare, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;, and I've had the nerve to design it, direct it, star in the title role, and put my name over it (like John Carpenter) and make it into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ian W. Hill's Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;. I've been working on it for 18 years, stewing it over a simmering flame like a good Texas chili, so you know it's just GOT to be incredibly overconsidered! I believe that the best way to honor and respect Shakespeare's dramatic work is to have no respect for any of the tradition that has formed around it, like barnacles. So I'm taking a power-sander to the arthropodic crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may be obscure, but most are simply, perhaps, unusual: Charles Marowitz, Josef Svovoda, Russell Lynes, David Halberstam (R.I.P.), John Berger, Joseph Cornell, Gore Vidal, William Peter Blatty, Steven Berkoff, Greil Marcus, Del Close, Joseph Stefano, Ingmar Bergman, Richard Dawkins, Dashiell Hammett, Johnny Rotten.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.” Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long your arms may be however, your arms too short to box with God, Barthes, so put THAT in your Umwelt and smoke it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deliberately removed as many of the "comforting" traditions one would expect from a production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; as I could. Apart from that, I want people to be surprised, so no specifics.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oppose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I deserve this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-9059556431383235251?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/9059556431383235251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=9059556431383235251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/9059556431383235251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/9059556431383235251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-ian-w-hills-hamlet.html' title='INTERROGATION ((%$&amp;((): IAN W. HILL&apos;S HAMLET'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnKhZ_ZFQ4I/AAAAAAAAADU/ji5yq66Bh-M/s72-c/ian_hamlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1490167326253586170</id><published>2007-06-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:11:58.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (B12): COMMEDIA DELL'ARTEMISIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnFMEvZFQ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/L2DIIZic8Qc/s1600-h/commediaposter_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnFMEvZFQ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/L2DIIZic8Qc/s320/commediaposter_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075921899348116338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little can be said about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolen Chair Theatre Company&lt;/span&gt; aside from: give me back my damn chair!  Director &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon Stancato&lt;/span&gt;, while infuriatingly mum on the subject of furniture theft, is most articulate on the subject of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Commedia Dell'Artemisia&lt;/span&gt;, which opens this Sunday, June 17.  (The damnedest thing was how comfortable it was... I had the blessed thing for years.  It was like a member of the family - a soft, cushiony member of the family that had a few Scotch stains, sure, but that doesn't matter because after all it wasn't for the world but it was mine, dammit, MINE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we feel that enumerating one's pretensions violates the very spirit of pretentiousness, one must be prepared to make sacrifices for one's art.   Our show is pretentious for no fewer than 3 discrete reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        1) &lt;/span&gt;It is based entirely on obscure 1612 trial transcript for a case of "stupro violento" (violent defloration) that the Carravagioesque painter Orazio Gentileschi brought against the perspective specialist Agostino Tassi in the name of the former's daughter, Artemisia Gentileschi, claimed by art historian Mary Garrard to be the first great female painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        2) &lt;/span&gt;The script is in rhyming couplets fashioned after the style of Jean Baptiste Poquelin (known, to some dullards, only by his stage name, Molière).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        3) &lt;/span&gt;It is performed in the style of Commedia dell'Arte, the masked Italian professional comedy which descended from the Roman phallophores and was popularized in the 1500s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in addition to the obvious influences of Artemisia Gentileschi, her first biographer Mary Garrard, JBP Moliere, and his chief English translator Richard Wilbur, our work draws theatrical inspiration from Jacque Lecoq, Antonio Fava, Ariane Mnouchkine, Charles Ludlam, Mel Gordon, Pierre Louis Ducharte, Maurice Sand, Agnes Merlet, and Flaminio Scala, and theoretical inspiration from Judith Butler, Jacques Derrida (of course!), Jan Kott, Katherine Liepe-Levinson, Fredrika H. Jacobs, and John Berger.  Our chief influence, however, has always been ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with shortarms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many artistes take the current artistic climate at face value, somehow naturalizing the stylistic idiosyncrasies that define it.  These short-armed simpletons somehow believe that naturalism is actually natural and that realism is real.  Stolen Chair uses its long arms (collectively, our company's arms span approximately 60 feet) to reach deep into the past and around the world to remind ourselves that style is always a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In choosing to create a comedy about rape, our project's very mission is alienation.   The most confusing moments will not be found on stage, but will instead be found in the psychic drama that each audience member will experience while attempting to reconcile the cognitive dissonance their sick and inappropriate laughter has engendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will take on both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlets&lt;/span&gt; as our ideological enemies as the players' scenes therein bastardize the tradition of Commedia dell'Arte which we are dutifully reconstructing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to win one of our Pretentious Awards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accept an award of any sort is to become a slave to the awarding institution's ideology, thereby precluding the Nietzschian re-valuation that all artists must face to embrace their Dionysian power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1490167326253586170?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1490167326253586170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1490167326253586170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1490167326253586170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1490167326253586170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-b12-commedia.html' title='INTERROGATION (B12): COMMEDIA DELL&apos;ARTEMISIA'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RnFMEvZFQ3I/AAAAAAAAADM/L2DIIZic8Qc/s72-c/commediaposter_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-8933517578872028782</id><published>2007-06-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:11:07.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE ROUNDUP</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is just getting silly; there's so much out there that we can hardly be expected to keep up.  We should really hire a secretary to keep track of all this, but would we really want to exploit the proletariat in that fashion?  On the other hand, one should always have a retinue on hand to elevate one's stature.  *sigh*  I suppose it all depends on what genre of pretentiousness you subscribe to.&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; features &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words, Compression of a Casualty/Fox(y) Friends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Play Ever Written&lt;/span&gt; in its weekly theatrical &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/arts/theater/shortlists/33115/"&gt;Short List&lt;/a&gt;, both in print and online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://papermag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; highlights the Festival in this charming little &lt;a href="http://www.papermag.com/?section=article&amp;parid=1990&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://brooklynrail.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Brooklyn Rail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; offers a much more comprehensive &lt;a href="http://brooklynrail.org/2007/6/theater/having-their-cake-and-meaning-it-too"&gt;profile&lt;/a&gt; (blowhards!) in their print and online versions, under the nigh-insufferable title "Having Their Cake and Meaning It Too."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nytheatre.com/"&gt;Nytheatre.com&lt;/a&gt;has posted several more &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/P07rev_01.htm"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; of Pretentious shows, many of which are still running strong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-8933517578872028782?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/8933517578872028782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=8933517578872028782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8933517578872028782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8933517578872028782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/httpwwwbloggercomimggllinkgifexposure.html' title='EXPOSURE ROUNDUP'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3719494711843657432</id><published>2007-06-12T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:14:03.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (-IV): TUNNEL VISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rm7-X_ZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/0-Z5OJQRnjM/s1600-h/tunnel_vision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rm7-X_ZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/0-Z5OJQRnjM/s320/tunnel_vision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075273518200210274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla Stangenberg&lt;/span&gt;, writer/performer of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tunnel Vision&lt;/span&gt; (which emerges onto the Brick stage Thu 6/14) is a woman of few words - so few, in fact that she declined to answer several items on our questionnaire.  How pretentious is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?  The show, which is directed by the equally laconic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercedes Murphy&lt;/span&gt;, also features video by the less than garrulous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katurah Hutcheson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is so high brow we have to pluck the main character's nose hairs not to mention the fact that one of our artists has a painting in The Philadelphia museum and a contributing cinematographer shot in Michael Moore's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SICKO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Hill, Noam Chomsky, Pink Floyd, and Paramahansa Yogananda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.”  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Declined to answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Declined to answer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing On a Needle&lt;/span&gt; we were told we would be the only show using&lt;br /&gt;Angels.  Suffice to say ours are more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you to the pseudo psycho gurus who gave me the tools to visualize my way off the couch and got me in touch with the key. There are no more secrets left. Glory glory hallelujah.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3719494711843657432?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3719494711843657432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3719494711843657432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3719494711843657432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3719494711843657432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-iv-tunnel-vision.html' title='INTERROGATION (-IV): TUNNEL VISION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rm7-X_ZFQ2I/AAAAAAAAADE/0-Z5OJQRnjM/s72-c/tunnel_vision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3890259200913379210</id><published>2007-06-08T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:57:46.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (CCC): THE NEW YORK TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmmJqPZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zmCC6u9V01c/s1600-h/shakesepeare+death+mask.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmmJqPZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zmCC6u9V01c/s320/shakesepeare+death+mask.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073737813988819794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an increasingly embarrassing spiral of wheedling, cajoling, and outright begging, I finally consented to grace the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Times&lt;/span&gt; with an interview - but only on condition that it revolve around my own production of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt;.  I was quoted in the company of such tyros as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack O'Brien&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartlett Sher&lt;/span&gt;, among others.  Do you think what I said had the good manners to be uncontentious?  Naive!  Below is the excerpt featuring my musings; read the full article &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/08/theater/08shak.html?ref=theater"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and the accompanying data &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/08/theater/08bshak.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For Jeff Lewonczyk, co-artistic director of the Brick Theater in Brooklyn, whose Pretentious Festival this month leans to the arch and self-referential (sample title: “Every Play Ever Written: A Distillation of the Essence of Theater”), there was at least one playwright he wanted to avoid.&lt;p&gt;“I’m sick to death of Shakespeare,” Mr. Lewonczyk said in an interview on Wednesday. “I’m sick of seeing other productions, and I’m sick of having him held up as the sole bar for quality.” (He had also been deterred by taking on “The Tempest” at a premature age, he added.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But all it took was seeing a good “Comedy of Errors” for Shakespeare to infiltrate his creative thoughts, and soon Mr. Lewonczyk was directing a mute Macbeth and programming two other adaptations for his festival: “Ian W. Hill’s ‘Hamlet’ ” and “Q1: The Bad Hamlet,” based on the error-ridden first quarto of the play, reviled by most scholars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Notice how I insult my fellow Shakespeare productions, and then pull back by allowing them to be mentioned in the space that should rightfully be MINE?  This is called Machiavellianism, friends, and I advise you all to study it.  Also observe the playwright's death mask in the photo above.  He is dead, and will remain so indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3890259200913379210?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3890259200913379210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3890259200913379210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3890259200913379210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3890259200913379210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/exposure-ccc-new-york-times.html' title='EXPOSURE (CCC): THE NEW YORK TIMES'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmmJqPZFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/zmCC6u9V01c/s72-c/shakesepeare+death+mask.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-4328964588385471074</id><published>2007-06-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:35:10.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (XLI): THE MERCURY MENIFESTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmcWh_ZFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kma-2duD0Q/s1600-h/tilemercmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmcWh_ZFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kma-2duD0Q/s320/tilemercmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073048278464283458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather than write my own preface, the staff of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Mercury Menifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; demanded I use their canned material to introduce their show.  Here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 90s, after being fired from his job as Santa at Sak's Fifth Avenue due to an incident with Mayor Giuliani, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Del Signore&lt;/span&gt; began standing in the subway dressed in a silver unitard. Passers-by would crowd around and debate whether or not he was "real"; it was only when money was dropped into the bucket at his feet that he would "come to life". In due time, Del Signore and his collaborator &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor Wilde&lt;/span&gt; became known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mercury Men &lt;/span&gt;and their stationary artistry was sought after for events at such decadent venues as The New York Stock Exchange and a Mark-of-the-Beast-themed nightclub in Times Square called Bar Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Signore's Pretentious Festival show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercury Menifesto&lt;/span&gt;, is presented as a motivational seminar for those who dream of one day performing in the subway but lack the right confidence and technique. Along the way, the twisted story of The Mercury Men will be vividly re-enacted during the seminar with the help of actor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeff Seal&lt;/span&gt;, puppeteer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary Kate Rix&lt;/span&gt;, video artist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mikella Millen &lt;/span&gt;and - live via satellite from L.A. - Victor Wilde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the title. What could be more pretentious than a manifesto? How about a MENifesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see where this is going - your next question's going to dredge up all that rubbish about how I "stole" my act from the gold guy in Times Square. Well, I refuse to be tried in the court of public opinion! Interview over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have time for one or two more questions. Roland and I used to be quite close, as a matter of fact. Regrettably, we had a falling out when I spotted him leaving a matinee of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal House&lt;/span&gt; and, grinning from ear to ear, rushing to buy a ticket for the very next screening! He tried to tell me he was researching a theory about the semiotics of toga parties. Well, I let him know what a disgraceful philistine he'd become, and he promptly belched in my face! Barthes was a vulgar fraud! What was the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah, woah. Are you suggesting that the general public will be admitted into the theater? Absolutely not - I won't have them stinking up my production with their "popped corn" and their "heated dogs". My actors and puppets perform for a pristine, empty house - or no one! (Of course Industry and press are most welcome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff informs me there is another show set in the subway called "Tunnel Vision". While the title is certainly clever - if one goes in for that sort of thing - anyone who has ever taken the New York subway knows it's MY turf. That I wasn't even consulted by their production team was truly a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will accept my awards on behalf of all my marginalized silver brothers and sisters who are still - in 2007! - denied a seat at the table. The entertainment industry will come in for a particularly scathing indictment for their degrading portrayal of silver people as nothing more than bug-eyed, robotic street minstrels. It's high time we started seeing people of silver in roles as rock stars and crime-fighting aristocrats. (My headshot and resume available upon request.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Haik Kocharian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-4328964588385471074?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/4328964588385471074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=4328964588385471074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/4328964588385471074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/4328964588385471074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/interrogation-xli-mercury-menifesto.html' title='INTERROGATION (XLI): THE MERCURY MENIFESTO'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmcWh_ZFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_kma-2duD0Q/s72-c/tilemercmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1607901859552062899</id><published>2007-06-04T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:32:13.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXHORTATION: THREE ANGELS DANCING ON A NEEDLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmR2v5L_FHI/AAAAAAAAACs/TcMjK8BEFA0/s1600-h/threeangels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmR2v5L_FHI/AAAAAAAAACs/TcMjK8BEFA0/s320/threeangels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072309645503042674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the production in this year's Festival originated in New York City; however, we have one entry that has come to us all the way from that bastion of American pretentiousness, Miami, FL.  It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing on a Needle&lt;/span&gt;, written by Iranian expatriate author &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assurbanipal Babilla&lt;/span&gt; and directed by the Peter Brook of Dade County, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Yawney&lt;/span&gt;.  On the eve of the company's arrival in New York, it was revealed that they swept the theatre category of the Miami &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/"&gt;Best Of Miami Awards&lt;/a&gt;.  The valedictory blurbs are reproduced below.  Show these Southerners some Northern hospitality and come out to support their show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/award.php?award=483554&amp;year="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Acting Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing On a Needle, Square Peg Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assurbinipal Babilla called his play Three Angels Dancing on a Needle, but Merri Jo Pitassi, Odell Rivas, and Miriam Kulick did a lot more than dance on that needle — they got skewered on it. If you were lucky enough to be hanging out in the Deluxe Arts complex this past January, you'd have seen one of the most jaw-dropping displays of dramaturgical virtuosity to hit Florida in ... well, who knowsç Three Angels was a play that brooked no real comparisons. Playing characters of pornographic ugliness, reeking of spiritual decay and utter moral desperation, the three actors urged each other on to operatic heights of shame and degradation before small audiences who, by play's end, didn't know whether to clap, puke, or kill themselves. Maybe Three Angels wasn't the most fun way to spend a Friday night, but these three actors didn't give a shit: They were playing for higher stakes than that. What those stakes might have been, the rest of us are still trying to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/award.php?award=483550&amp;year="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Actor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Odell Rivas in Three Angels Dancing On a Needle, Square Peg Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels&lt;/span&gt; Rivas's part consisted primarily of a monologue called "God's Greatest Invention," in which his character confessed to being madly in lust — not love, just lust — with a man. The whole performance was one long scream of trembling, jittering need, with lots of big, declamatory statements and huge, sloppy emotions. But out of that tempest came a handful of lines that possessed a weird grace and some kind of defeated composure, summoned from who knows where. One of those lines was this: "You said you don't mind doing it with boys. Well—what in God's name keeps you from doing it with the boy in meç" There are more than six billion people on this earth, and most of them have asked that question in some form: Why not meç When Rivas asked, the bottomless dignity in his face and in his voice told their stories as much as his own. This year no other actor even came close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/award.php?award=483551&amp;year="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Actress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miriam Kulick in Three Angels Dancing On a Needle, Square Peg Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third actor to accost the audience in Assurbanipal Babilla's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing on a Needle&lt;/span&gt;, Miriam appeared as the wife of a man who'd killed himself by jumping off a bridge. She hated him a lot, and his death had done little to soften her rage. For an interminable time — truly interminable; she could have held the stage for instants or epochs — she stood there, body and voice trembling, all her communicative faculties short-circuiting at their inability to process the vastness of her anger, tracing the shape of her hatred with horrific blind references to episodes which are never quite illuminated, allowing the audience's imagination to extrapolate at will and guiding that imagination into very weird terrain. Walking fifty-seven blocks to the morgue to identify her husband's remains, she danced all the way — like a whore, she said, just like her husband's mother. When she did the dance onstage, her hips were like war machines, and her face was like nothing you've ever seen before — a writhing tableaux of electric evil so pure that, if you encountered it in life, it would almost certainly be the last thing you ever saw. Even within the relative safety of the theater, audiences felt an actual, physical revulsion. One spectator said, "If she came any closer to my seat, I was going to scream," and that's about right. It's worth mentioning: According to all reports, Miriam Kulick is a very sweet lady when she's not scaring the hell out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestof.miaminewtimes.com/bestof/award.php?award=483555&amp;year="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Theatrical Production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three Angels Dancing On a Needle, directed by Michael Yawney for Square Peg Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a handful of productions this year that will stick in audience's memories for a long time, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Angels &lt;/span&gt;is probably the only one that will have those audiences doubting their memories. Scant days after the fact, it already felt like a dream: the kinky Catholic-voodoo-gothic rituals that sandwiched the scenes; the brutal speed of the monologues; the unearthly poetry of the writing; the unholy passion it inspired in the cast; the purely holy passion with which the actors endowed exiled Iranian writer Assurbanipal Babilla's ugliest, most fevered musings not with dignity, but something dirtier and infinitely more pitiable. After the cast received its standing O's, people milled around, wanting to talk about what they'd seen but not sure what to say. Given a dozen or so weeks to think about it, they might have come up with something like this: By showing us three people who've moved beyond desperation into utter, predatory insanity, and by giving their voices a chance to be heard, Square Peg made it apparent that even monsters can be human. The unavoidable subtext was that if monsters are human, the rest of us must be, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1607901859552062899?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1607901859552062899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1607901859552062899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1607901859552062899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1607901859552062899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/exhortation-three-angels-dancing-on.html' title='EXHORTATION: THREE ANGELS DANCING ON A NEEDLE'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RmR2v5L_FHI/AAAAAAAAACs/TcMjK8BEFA0/s72-c/threeangels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-5325338694883889888</id><published>2007-06-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:19:15.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXULTATION</title><content type='html'>The first weekend of the Pretentious Festival has passed with supercilious fanfare, and there is much to share with our slavish admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretentious Opening Cabaret &lt;/span&gt;was stunning in its success.  I myself hosted, accompanied only by an anthology of 20th-century French poetry and my own enviably plummy baritone.  The featured acts (including a surprise appearance by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trav S.D.&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nihils&lt;/span&gt;, who I will never forgive for out pretentiousing me in front of everybody) all garnered new legions of followers, and much fermented beverage was imbibed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening readings and performances of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sophisticates, Dinner at Precisely Eight-Thirteen, This Is the New American Theatre, Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Intervew With the Author&lt;/span&gt; all played before teeming audiences of fawning minions, all of whom would not surrender their indelible impressions for all the opium in Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinner at Precisely Eight-Thirteen&lt;/span&gt; is the first show to receive a review from &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatre.com/"&gt;nytheatre.com&lt;/a&gt; - read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martin Denton&lt;/span&gt;'s esteeming appraisal &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/P07rev_01.htm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brick-a-Brac&lt;/span&gt; played before a sold-out house.  Video augmentalist Jonathan Latiano shamed the audience with his opus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style46"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un film présomptueux et bon d'art de pensée dehors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and its accompanying audience talkback, after which one will never view &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Howard Taft&lt;/span&gt; or steamed fish the same way again.  A late addition to the bill, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nate Lemoine&lt;/span&gt; presented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestward Ho&lt;/span&gt;, a riff on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samuel Beckett&lt;/span&gt; story that left the original looking tepid and compromised.  Finally, we experience the premiere of Grand Opera at The Brick with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cardium Mechanicum&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Is Looking So Well Today&lt;/span&gt;, featuring four (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt;) musicians, a cast of nearly thirty (!) , and honest-to-god cupcakes that the audience was allowed to eat afterwards.  The spectacle bordered on being populist, but was saved at the last moment by the singing of the final lines in German.  Nice save, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, late Sunday night brought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Impending Theatrical Blogging Event&lt;/span&gt;, which was one of the more metatheatrical events ever processed by the human brain.  Bloggers both onsite and off blogged and had their postings and comments projected on a screen and read aloud by the redoubtable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berit Johnson&lt;/span&gt;.  Part happening, part installation, part probing analysis of a rising theatrical subculture, part intellectual circle-jerk, and part happening, it will be written up in academic journals for years to come.  You can read the full transcript (replete with inadvertent time-zone discrepancies, inside buffoonery, and cryptic missives from "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AUDIENCE&lt;/span&gt;") at the official &lt;a href="http://bloggingevent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogging Event Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also of note is our inclusion (along with band Animal Collective and "film" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/span&gt;) in Friday's edition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magazine's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2007/06/animal_collective_knocked_up_a.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vulture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Though we find the Indieist's evaluation somewhat glib and hackneyed, we cannot deny its essential truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style46"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-5325338694883889888?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/5325338694883889888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=5325338694883889888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5325338694883889888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5325338694883889888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/exultation.html' title='EXULTATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-587880898869513742</id><published>2007-06-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:03:57.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INAUGURATION</title><content type='html'>And so it begins.  Long anticipated, little comprehended, the Pretentious Festival finally opens its doors to the sentient few this evening at 7pm.  Gawking rubbernecks, dandified poseurs, and shrill, clingy art-groupies will no doubt be in attendance as well, but they hardly count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lineup of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opening Night Cabaret&lt;/span&gt;, as delineated in several e-blasts and back-room cafe confabs features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Tunnel Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        The Mercury Menifesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Commedia dell’Artemisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Ian W. Hill's Hamlet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Macbeth Without Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Every Play Ever Written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;        The Children of Truffaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many Exposures that it's been impossible to keep up with all of their bounty, but suffice it to say that today brings us a suspiciously eager &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/06012007/entertainment/theater/fests_full_of_itself_theater_frank_scheck.htm"&gt;write-up&lt;/a&gt; in the ostensibly populist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Post&lt;/span&gt;, and Brooklyn Courier-Life Publications (publisher of the weekly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt;) feature an in-depth &lt;a href="http://www.courierlife.net/site/news.cfm?newsid=18408553&amp;BRD=2384&amp;amp;PAG=461&amp;dept_id=553358&amp;amp;rfi=6"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with the Festival's creators, especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be too busy in the trenches of Art to blog as regularly over this, our opening weekend, as we'd like, but we hope to be back on the scene, in spirit at least, with Sunday's upcoming Impending Theatrical Blog Event.  Meanwhile, check our schedule, and see some premieres this weekend, would you?  You can't be seen, after all, without seeing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-587880898869513742?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/587880898869513742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=587880898869513742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/587880898869513742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/587880898869513742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/06/inauguration.html' title='INAUGURATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-6056056887496324272</id><published>2007-05-31T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:16:08.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (LVI): NYTheatrecast (II)</title><content type='html'>Apparently the forward-thinking visionaries at Nytheatre.com loved me so much last time that they wanted to hear more about the Pretentious Festival.  I was, of course, unavailable for a second round (pretentiousness is three-fourths playing hard to get), so they turned to several of my compatriots instead, to wit: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John DeVore (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sophisticates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Saietta (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yudkowski Returns&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Wallace &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Bland (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Children of Truffaut&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.  Shockingly, they are nearly as witty, erudite and incisive as myself in terms of delineating pretentiousness as an artistic strategy and validating the working methods of Independent Theatre.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonard Jacobs&lt;/span&gt; (National Theatre Editor of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Backstage&lt;/span&gt; and, as &lt;a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;, participant in Sunday's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Impending Theatrical Blogging Event&lt;/span&gt;) moderates, and our own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trav S.D.&lt;/span&gt; (creator of &lt;a href="http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-i-nihils.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nihils&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/a&gt; hosts.  &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatrecast.com/blog1/archives/33"&gt;Listen to Them.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-6056056887496324272?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/6056056887496324272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=6056056887496324272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6056056887496324272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6056056887496324272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-lvi-nytheatrecast-ii.html' title='EXPOSURE (LVI): NYTheatrecast (II)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1588542370736794547</id><published>2007-05-30T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:31:22.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (VIII): ROCKBERRY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rl3Q0JL_FGI/AAAAAAAAACk/bwUuFlpi6JU/s1600-h/rockberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rl3Q0JL_FGI/AAAAAAAAACk/bwUuFlpi6JU/s320/rockberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070438349727011938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick Jones is a playwright created by &lt;a href="http://thewhizbang.org/"&gt;Jollyship the Whizbang&lt;/a&gt;, a well-regarded pirate puppet show featuring rock music.  He penned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rockberry: The Last One-Man Show (a play)&lt;/span&gt;, in what is arguably (if you don't count Shakespeare) the only production in The Pretentious Festival to be written by a fictional character.  The all-too real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter J. Cook&lt;/span&gt; directs.  "Nick" recently answered our questionnaire regarding his show, which opens on Saturday June 9.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between my show and the other shows is that where others try, I simply am.  Everything that happens is part of an energy that is constantly flowing out of me.  The music you hear, the lighting you see, the actors when they speak, and the way they move, this is all part of my dream which I hope to share with you.  But it is not a dream in the sense of a fantasy. It is the dream of showing Life as it truly is on stage.  Because that's never been done before, and that is why I am very proud of this work.  I think it's my second favorite work in my oeuvre.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at different times in my life, they seem as if lived by different people.  These other people are my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose because then they couldn't tap the ash off their cigarette into the ashtray on the coffeetable while still leaning back supinely in the armchair with a bored expression while giving up their time for interviews to buffoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cite my favorite moment which we have cut from the production.  A video camera feeding live to the giant projection screen pans slowly across the audience, then hones in on the fattest person in the room.  We zoom in tight, then leave the camera on him while we start roasting weenies on stage.  The show becomes entirely about food.  We do not mention the audience member, nor acknowledge him, but leave his giant fat face on the screen for the remainder of the show.  If he tries to change seats, there is a camera person to follow him.  If he leaves the theater, we follow him out.  The show is not about him, and it is not for him.  It is about Questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure to detest much at this festival.  I have caught a distinct whiff of middlebrow from nearly every participant.  And I should add: if you are spending your time reading this blog I truly pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would keep it simple.  I would just read a list of everyone who has ever doubted me, or looked like they were doubting me, and then burn the list, hold the trophy in the air, and laugh.  And then spit on the ground, maybe.  I think the strongest statements are the simplest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1588542370736794547?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1588542370736794547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1588542370736794547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1588542370736794547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1588542370736794547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-viii-rockberry.html' title='INTERROGATION (VIII): ROCKBERRY'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rl3Q0JL_FGI/AAAAAAAAACk/bwUuFlpi6JU/s72-c/rockberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3620937699488717444</id><published>2007-05-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:04:15.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (XXXII): The New York Times (II)</title><content type='html'>The Old Gray Lady Who Sits Behind Her Curtains and Clucks Ruefully at Her Inferior Neighbors As They Walk By on the Filthy Street Below has once again chosen to expel some ink in the direction of The Pretentious Festival, this time under the auspices of Charles "Generally Off-Broadway But Flexible" Isherwood.  Link is &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/27/arts/27weekahead.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;; the full text, with usual addenda, to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And the most endearingly named theater smorgasbord of all [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just try to keep this phrase out of our promotional materials&lt;/span&gt;] starts this week too. &lt;span class="bold"&gt;THE PRETENTIOUS FESTIVAL: THE MOST IMPORTANT THEATER FESTIVAL ON EARTH &lt;/span&gt;begins Friday at the Brick Theater in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It kicks off with a free evening, a cabaret preview of coming attractions [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is very little to mock or riff on in this accurately informative sentence&lt;/span&gt;]. Outraged at being called "egalitarian and unpretentious" by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Village Voice&lt;/span&gt; last year, the company's co&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-artistic director Michael Gardner has thrown down a gauntlet [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally; I was there&lt;/span&gt;], saying in a press release, "The Brick is as self-indulgent and impenetrable as the most oblique and experimental performance organizations in the city." Anyone want to demur?  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A slightly better phrase would have been "Anyone &lt;/span&gt;care&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to demur?"  Still and all, it's interesting that the &lt;/span&gt;Times&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; has assumed that we take a pugnacious attitude towards defending our project, whereas most people who would choose to pick a fight with us about these matters will merely be silently scorned and largely ignored.   Perhaps Mr. Isherwood stands to learn a thing or two about withering contempt.  We offer lessons, and at very reasonable rates.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3620937699488717444?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3620937699488717444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3620937699488717444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3620937699488717444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3620937699488717444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-xxxii-new-york-times-ii.html' title='EXPOSURE (XXXII): The New York Times (II)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-2641313279964977550</id><published>2007-05-29T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:00:37.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERRATA</title><content type='html'>The patriotic weekend left us too aloof to return to our keyboards and pen pretentious missives; as such, with the Festival opening a mere three days hence (!), we will work overtime to burn you out with extensive postings, the likes of which you have never seen before.  We begin with a page of errata.  All of the f0llowing is reflected at the Pretentious Festival’s &lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;home page&lt;/a&gt;, which is and will remain the most up-to-date authority on any and all matters pertaining to the Pretentious Festival.  Check regularly, if only because it’s THE place to see and be seen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is with regrets that we announce the withdrawal of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 365&lt;/span&gt; from the Pretentious Festival roster, for personal reasons.  We wish Miriam Daly all the best, and look forward to hosting her at The Brick at some point in the near future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simultaneous Reciprocal &lt;/span&gt;has changed its Brick presence from two performances mid-Festival to a one-time-only slot at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brick-a-Brac&lt;/span&gt; on Sun 6/3  at 7pm, so change your calendars accordingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sophisticates&lt;/span&gt; has downgraded its status from a full production to two exquisitely staged readings during its original two performance slots.  More information to follow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-2641313279964977550?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/2641313279964977550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=2641313279964977550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2641313279964977550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2641313279964977550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/errata.html' title='ERRATA'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-8749903207675184900</id><published>2007-05-24T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:38:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (XVII): ICELANDAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlX3sZL_FFI/AAAAAAAAACc/e4V-TKVhPBw/s1600-h/bjork_neroscns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlX3sZL_FFI/AAAAAAAAACc/e4V-TKVhPBw/s320/bjork_neroscns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068229297722823762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To prove that our pretentious credentials have spread worldwide, we turn your attention to &lt;a href="http://icelandair-uk.wcities.com/en/record/269,324175/33/record.html?event_id=thepretentiousfestival&amp;amp;event_name=The+Pretentious+Festival"&gt;this dispatch&lt;/a&gt; from the frozen-yet-steamy North.  I particularly enjoy their willingness to join in our fundraising efforts, though as of this writing we have yet to see króna one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-8749903207675184900?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/8749903207675184900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=8749903207675184900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8749903207675184900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8749903207675184900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-xvii-icelandair.html' title='EXPOSURE (XVII): ICELANDAIR'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlX3sZL_FFI/AAAAAAAAACc/e4V-TKVhPBw/s72-c/bjork_neroscns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3674852594671681821</id><published>2007-05-23T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:50:18.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (VII): MOTHER IS LOOKING SO WELL TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlR-xZL_FEI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw_Y_3Iqfr0/s1600-h/MotherPressPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlR-xZL_FEI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw_Y_3Iqfr0/s320/MotherPressPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067814867738498114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very few people have attempted to create Grand Opera in under one page; more probably should.  So let us draw your attention to Cardium Mechanicum's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother Is Looking So Well Today&lt;/span&gt;, a world-premiere performance appearing at the June 3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brick-a-Brac&lt;/span&gt; that fits&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exactly that description, featuring music by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Craig Lenzi&lt;/span&gt;, book and lyrics by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed Valentine&lt;/span&gt;, and co-creation by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robin Reed&lt;/span&gt;.  They recently called us from their analyst's couch to share some insights regarding their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt; process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother says Grand Opera is the most pretentious of all Art Forms, but she tells us we should ingest it frequently because it's good for us, like Brussels Sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother says the only opera for her is Classic Opera, and she "doesn't go for any of this modern hoo-hah."  We rather like Modern Opera ourselves – the works of Vanderschnoot and Schkrotum, in particular - but Mother is extremely fierce in her opinions and we're all terrified to contradict her.  You have no idea what this woman is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother doesn't like us to talk about arms because they remind her of hands, which make her very nervous.  Mother says 'don't touch yourself.'  That's very dirty and it makes Jesus cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final lines of the libretto are in German.  That's right: German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother would never be Caught Dead at a theater festival (and in BROOKLYN, no less!) – so declaring any show a 'mortal enemy' is beneath her.  Still, she's so offended by the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt; that she's written one of those Letters she's so infamous for.  Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our acceptance speech?  All we're allowed to say is: "We'd like to thank Our Mother."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3674852594671681821?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3674852594671681821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3674852594671681821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3674852594671681821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3674852594671681821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-vii-mother-is-looking-so_23.html' title='INTERROGATION (VII): MOTHER IS LOOKING SO WELL TODAY'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlR-xZL_FEI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw_Y_3Iqfr0/s72-c/MotherPressPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-5695259462865306110</id><published>2007-05-22T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:09:00.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSTRATION (V)</title><content type='html'>If this photo doesn't receive captions, I'll hold my breath until my hair turns blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlNNgZL_FCI/AAAAAAAAACA/kFGCefBHEnE/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlNNgZL_FCI/AAAAAAAAACA/kFGCefBHEnE/s400/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067479224634250274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-5695259462865306110?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/5695259462865306110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=5695259462865306110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5695259462865306110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5695259462865306110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illustration-v.html' title='ILLUSTRATION (V)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlNNgZL_FCI/AAAAAAAAACA/kFGCefBHEnE/s72-c/167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-8427213082057944168</id><published>2007-05-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:29:27.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (VI): THE SOPHISTICATES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlHU1ZL_E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/szZWv0xw7o0/s1600-h/john-devore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlHU1ZL_E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/szZWv0xw7o0/s320/john-devore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067065069527831538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When not incarcerated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.devoreanddiana.com/"&gt;Sirius radio host&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;John DeVore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; writes plays.  What kind of plays?  Sophisticated ones.  Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Sophisticates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, which opens on June 1.  We caught up with John at a recent parole hearing to find out what he has to say about the Pretentious process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not "pretentious." It is sincere. My play, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sophisticates&lt;/span&gt;, is a profound work of art that nibbles at the nerve endings of the self-conscious, like a melancholy incubus with a liberal arts degree. While the other shows in the festival aspire to "pretentiousness," my show strives to molest the unknowable, and thereby, I hope to achieve artistic sublimity; I am happy to let my so-called "colleagues" rut in their collective creative feces, pining for validation from the press and the artistic elite, while I lurch, from the clutch of the metaphysical grave, to stroke the cheek of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerzy Grotowski. Michel Foucault. Michael Gardner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture." Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long arms are important, especially if one's artistic cock is giraffe-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience? Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you are all dead, you'll understand how brilliant I was and am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt; is for fuckwads. Poeta nascitur, non fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John DeVore ... has asked me to tell you, in a very long speech which I cannot share with you presently—because of time—but I will be glad to share with the press afterward—that he must... very regretfully cannot accept this very generous award. And the reason for this being... are the treatment of American Indians today by the theater industry… excuse me… and on stage, and also the recent happenings at Wounded Knee. I beg at this time that I have not intruded upon this evening and that we will, in the future…our hearts and our understanding will meet with love and generosity. Thank you on behalf of John DeVore." – To be delivered by John DeVore's humble servant, RJ Tolan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-8427213082057944168?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/8427213082057944168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=8427213082057944168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8427213082057944168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8427213082057944168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-v-sophisticates.html' title='INTERROGATION (VI): THE SOPHISTICATES'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RlHU1ZL_E_I/AAAAAAAAABo/szZWv0xw7o0/s72-c/john-devore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-8924634526375464425</id><published>2007-05-18T10:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:21:34.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSTRATION (IV)</title><content type='html'>This one features Brick Associate Artistic Director &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope Cartelli&lt;/span&gt;, and is simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; for a caption.  Get to it, Pretentiouslings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rk3gP5L_E-I/AAAAAAAAABg/n9KoYVkjllk/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rk3gP5L_E-I/AAAAAAAAABg/n9KoYVkjllk/s400/147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065951719515427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-8924634526375464425?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/8924634526375464425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=8924634526375464425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8924634526375464425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8924634526375464425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illustration-iv.html' title='ILLUSTRATION (IV)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/Rk3gP5L_E-I/AAAAAAAAABg/n9KoYVkjllk/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-7527631233048047061</id><published>2007-05-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:34:17.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (V): BETWEEN THE LEGS OF GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkyDK5L_E9I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZT6YK7I00FY/s1600-h/btlogpubshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkyDK5L_E9I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZT6YK7I00FY/s400/btlogpubshot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065567904057988050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Wallace&lt;/span&gt;, writer/director of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Between the Legs of God&lt;/span&gt; (opening Sat 6/2) is many things to many people, but mostly he is the deity of Squark-7, a sub-molecular civilization located beneath the nail of his left index finger (so much for the title of his show).  Taking a break from his duties, he deigns to answer our questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of myself as a rebel, an outsider if you will. I go against the grain and don't find myself on the heavily trod path of mundanity. Like Fonzie I say, "Hey that's not cool," or "That is definitely not cool." I think you get my drift/meaning. So here I am, out here, avant, seeking the new and challenging not so easy way to reinvent the wheel... hell, I guess I just don't care what people say in their plastic worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.”  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could King Kong strike out Godzilla?  Kong would have the advantage of a forty foot high strike zone. But it would be very narrow because of Godzilla's tiny arms. On the other hand, I can't picture Godzilla getting around on an inside low breaking ball. So I would say no, King Kong could not strike out Godzilla, and on top of that I would predict a walk to first or hit by pitch would be the most likely outcome of Kong's constant chin music. The only way I could be wrong is if Godzila would get excited and swing at the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video projection of an entirely different play on top of the live play including canned audience and bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview With an Author&lt;/span&gt; or whatever it is called.  I met this guy Matt, and he said hello to me and he seemed like a nice enough guy. And then I realized he was evil and wanted all other shows to fail. I don't know how I knew, I just knew. For the sake of all the other Pretentious Fest participants, I am sure God wants me to hate/thwart him and his "show."  There I said it, it's on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of myself as a rebel, an outsider if you will. I go against the grain and don't find myself on the heavily trod path of mundanity. Like Fonzie I say, "Hey that's not cool," or "That is definitely not cool." I think you get my drift/meaning. So here I am, out here, avant, seeking the new and challenging not so easy way to reinvent the wheel... hell, I guess I just don't care what people say in their plastic worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-7527631233048047061?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/7527631233048047061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=7527631233048047061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7527631233048047061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7527631233048047061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-v-between-legs-of-god.html' title='INTERROGATION (V): BETWEEN THE LEGS OF GOD'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkyDK5L_E9I/AAAAAAAAABY/ZT6YK7I00FY/s72-c/btlogpubshot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-8248915907735111720</id><published>2007-05-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T13:07:48.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (IV): TIME OUT BLOG</title><content type='html'>David Cote introduces the masses to our event at the &lt;a href="http://www.timeoutny.com/newyork/tonyblog/?p=2112"&gt;Time Out blog&lt;/a&gt; today under the headline "For those who wouldn't be caught dead at a summer theater festival."  Perhaps true, David, but we also wouldn't be caught dead presenting such OBVIOUS pretentious clip art  as that which you used in your entry.  Our own imagery is far too advanced for a populist rag like TONY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-8248915907735111720?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/8248915907735111720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=8248915907735111720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8248915907735111720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/8248915907735111720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-iv-time-out-blog.html' title='EXPOSURE (IV): TIME OUT BLOG'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-6892246171194259536</id><published>2007-05-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:43:35.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (II): NYTHEATRECAST</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have never heard me blather on at end about topics theatrical, your luck is about to change.  I was recently interviewed by &lt;a href="http://www.indietheater.org/blogmc/"&gt;Michael Criscuolo&lt;/a&gt; for an installment of the &lt;a href="http://www.nytheatrecast.com/"&gt;Nytheatrecast&lt;/a&gt;, on the subject of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretentious Festival&lt;/span&gt; and various shows appertaining thereto.  Listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.nyte.org/pcast/nythpod118.mp3"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  Bonus points for anyone who can point out my embarrassing (and repeated) mispronunciation of a word crucial to the theme of one of the Festival shows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-6892246171194259536?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/6892246171194259536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=6892246171194259536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6892246171194259536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6892246171194259536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-ii-nytheatrecast.html' title='EXPOSURE (II): NYTHEATRECAST'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-4356296971087281401</id><published>2007-05-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:25:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSTRATION (III)</title><content type='html'>Ooh!  Ooh!  I figured it out!  A CAPTION CONTEST!  Like the New Yorker, only more pretentious.  Take the time to leave a comment featuring your ideal caption for this photograph.   The winner will receive a stuffy nod of approval and the right not to be made fun of during the next go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RknmSEA0b3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dKV4A_7DWwk/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RknmSEA0b3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dKV4A_7DWwk/s400/180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064832453944045426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-4356296971087281401?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/4356296971087281401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=4356296971087281401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/4356296971087281401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/4356296971087281401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illustration-iii.html' title='ILLUSTRATION (III)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RknmSEA0b3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dKV4A_7DWwk/s72-c/180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-939946912721539177</id><published>2007-05-14T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:05:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXPOSURE (I): THE NEW YORK TIMES</title><content type='html'>In Sunday's issue of the New York Times, there is a section called Summer Stages.  Since The Pretentious Festival takes place in the summer, it is listed and expounded upon, thanks to one Jason Zinoman.  We will reproduce the text (with addenda), but we also encourage you to visit it in its native habitat &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/13/theater/13theaterlist.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="bold"&gt;THE PRETENTIOUS FESTIVAL&lt;/span&gt; Williamsburg, Brooklyn, June 1-30 [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sic&lt;/span&gt;]. Does any company (outside of Les Freres Corbusier) market its shows better than the Brick Theater?  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;.] This outfit understands the first rule of getting attention: You got to have a gimmick. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To refer to our creative decisions in this manner diminishes our unique achievement&lt;/span&gt;.] The last two summers have brought us the $ellout Festival and the Moral Values Festival, but this year they may have topped themselves [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inevitably&lt;/span&gt;], ironically (I think) [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;] embracing the black-turtleneck-wearing aesthete inside us all [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually, only in those of us who are special, talented and intelligent enough&lt;/span&gt;]. The shows include the self-explanatory “Macbeth Without Words”; “The Children of Truffaut,” about ’70s art house cinema; and John DeVore’s “Sophisticates,” about two self-important bloggers [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a rare breed indeed&lt;/span&gt;]. In his press release, the co-artistic director, Michael Gardner, boasts, “The Brick is as self-indulgent and impenetrable as the most oblique and experimental performance organizations in the city.”  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;.]  Them’s fighting words. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See you in the ring, Mr. Zinoman!&lt;/span&gt;] (212) 352-3101, &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/pretentious" target="_"&gt;bricktheater.com/pretentious&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-939946912721539177?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/939946912721539177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=939946912721539177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/939946912721539177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/939946912721539177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/exposure-i-new-york-times.html' title='EXPOSURE (I): THE NEW YORK TIMES'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-2919181479215621356</id><published>2007-05-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:10:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (IV): INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkSxYUA0b2I/AAAAAAAAABI/SXE_7HfY_Go/s1600-h/MattFreemanPretentious.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkSxYUA0b2I/AAAAAAAAABI/SXE_7HfY_Go/s400/MattFreemanPretentious.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063366912318402402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew Freeman&lt;/span&gt; is a writer, a &lt;a href="http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;, a lover, a fighter, a graduate of the Sorbonne, a smoker, a joker, a midnight toker, a member of the American Enterprise Institute, and a &lt;a href="http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;.  He performs in his own Pretentious Festival show, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interview With the Author &lt;/span&gt;(directed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle Ancowitz&lt;/span&gt; and produced by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Coyote Theatre Group&lt;/span&gt;), which opens on June 3rd.  Here's what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is about Matthew Freeman, who you've never heard of, and how important he is. That last part is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sophetic Dialectic of Post Partumnus. Post Partumnus was a philosophist, whose bones are currently dated at having been living bones in or around 405 BC. He wrote: "Sophocles' work makes me piss my pants. He is whimsical and I prefer whimsy to other forms of humor." He wrote this in Greek. He also wrote stuff about the Peloponnesian War, and man, those words were something. He also was the first male Greek to carry a male child to term in his man-womb. The baby did not survive, but Post Partumnus's name lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barthes! You cad! Get this man another Scotch. Neat, you imbecile! This is Roland Barthes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to explain to the audience, in every instant, exactly what is happening on the stage so they do not miss any of my literary allusions and brilliantly fractured narratives. In this way, they shall be taught what a play is. If this doesn't alienate them, then the only response left to them is gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Members of the Brick Theater... I accept this Award on behalf of the Working Class, who cannot speak for themselves; and my parents, who should never have gotten divorced."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-2919181479215621356?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/2919181479215621356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=2919181479215621356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2919181479215621356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2919181479215621356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-iv-interview-with-author.html' title='INTERROGATION (IV): INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkSxYUA0b2I/AAAAAAAAABI/SXE_7HfY_Go/s72-c/MattFreemanPretentious.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-7145760165470372433</id><published>2007-05-10T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:48:13.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSTRATION (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkNa1UA0b1I/AAAAAAAAABA/me7BY_l-aSg/s1600-h/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkNa1UA0b1I/AAAAAAAAABA/me7BY_l-aSg/s400/37.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062990278046281554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-7145760165470372433?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/7145760165470372433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=7145760165470372433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7145760165470372433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7145760165470372433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illustration-ii.html' title='ILLUSTRATION (II)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkNa1UA0b1I/AAAAAAAAABA/me7BY_l-aSg/s72-c/37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-7693742510196566234</id><published>2007-05-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:23:42.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (III): PROJECT 365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkItD0A0b0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/t4Fh1bqUAKU/s1600-h/project365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkItD0A0b0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/t4Fh1bqUAKU/s320/project365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062658474642796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lovely and talented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miriam Daly&lt;/span&gt; is Irving Berlin's great-great-niece.  Every day she writes a song and takes a photo, and she will be presenting a special performance of these daily musical reveries under the rubric of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project 365 &lt;/span&gt;at the special Pretentious edition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brick-a-Brac &lt;/span&gt;on Sunday, June 3.  (More information, as always, is available at &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;bricktheater.com/pretentious&lt;/a&gt;)  She has submitted to our rigorous questioning with the following results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sing words like "cyclooxygenase." ("Ibuprofin" 11/09/06)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Obviously, one of the influences on my work is the Xiuhpohualli. I'm very into time constraints and numbers, and the Xiuhpohualli was an Aztec calendar cycle constructed from a count of 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture." Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not only can an artiste with short arms never make a fine gesture, they also have a hard time reaching the pull-chain to turn on ceiling fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will alienate my audience by never singing a song about heartbreak or true love, but may instead sing about the history of maraschino cherries, or the inflatable Union Rat.  My audience will also be alienated by the fact that they will get to choose some songs, but will have to choose BLINDLY - just by date, without seeing the picture or knowing the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hermits like me don't just have one enemy - the entire outside world and all the other shows included in that world are full of craziness and chaos that we'd prefer to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Thank you.  Without your support I would have never received this award.  Which I guess makes me co-dependent.  Which probably goes well with my OCD...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-7693742510196566234?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/7693742510196566234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=7693742510196566234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7693742510196566234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/7693742510196566234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-iii-project-365.html' title='INTERROGATION (III): PROJECT 365'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RkItD0A0b0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/t4Fh1bqUAKU/s72-c/project365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1665792946588052514</id><published>2007-05-08T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:48:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (II): THIS IS THE NEW AMERICAN THEATRE</title><content type='html'>Reclusive billionaire and Brooklyn native &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Bowes&lt;/span&gt; has written, with persecuted gadfly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom X. Chao&lt;/span&gt;, a Pretentious Festival show that states its mission in its title: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is the New American Theatre&lt;/span&gt;.  Between bouts of crafting innovation out of shapeless matter using such tools as nudity and excessive self-absorption, Bowes has taken some time to answer our questionnaire.  Here are his answers.  (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is the New American Theatre&lt;/span&gt; opens on Saturday, June 2nd - find out more about it at &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;bricktheater.com/pretentious&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two guys. One medium. Total reinvention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole point of the show is that it's the NEW American Theatre, the only influences on this show are Danny Bowes and Tom X. Chao. However, I still get the extra points because for some reason no one can pronounce "Bowes." (It's like "oh" not "ow" . . . "ow" is what happens when I smack you for mispronouncing my name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote "For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture."  Explicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsieur Barthes is, of course, being French, both pretentious and absolutely right. Both myself (Danny Bowes) and Tom X. Chao are in the neighborhood of six feet tall and, thus, have arms of sufficient length to make fine gestures, including the metaphoric extension of the middle finger to all theatrical traditions which preceded our much-needed reinvention of the medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We intend to alienate all theatergoers who like bad theater. Anyone looking for a boring show where the actors are unfunny and wear clothes is sure to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All other shows in the Pretentious Festival are our sworn ideological enemies for they either: a) are based in theatrical traditions that are neither new nor American; b) fail to adhere to the principles governing the New American Theatre outlined in our show; c) have actresses who are less hot and less naked than ours; or d) suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gist? I'll give you the whole speech: "You're welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1665792946588052514?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1665792946588052514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1665792946588052514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1665792946588052514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1665792946588052514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-ii-this-is-new-american.html' title='INTERROGATION (II): THIS IS THE NEW AMERICAN THEATRE'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-6974613642238974530</id><published>2007-05-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T11:05:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUMINATION</title><content type='html'>Today represents a landmark occasion in the history of broadcast media, the history of art, and humanity in general.  For it is the day that we unveil the long-awaited, slaved-over, soon-to-be-reviled, epoch-making, sense-enhancing, mutually-exclusive, mystic-mongering, profoundly abstruse, esoterically erudite, hermetically obscure, adverbally adjectival opus THE PRETENTIOUS FILM: THE MOST PRETENTIOUS FILM ON EARTH.  It is directed by Tom Gubernat, auteur of the ages.  Don’t even pretend your life hasn’t been changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8ccY9zjNhQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8ccY9zjNhQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-6974613642238974530?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/6974613642238974530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=6974613642238974530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6974613642238974530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/6974613642238974530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illumination.html' title='ILLUMINATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-847194226407094548</id><published>2007-05-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:13:15.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERROGATION (I): NIHILS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjuSx0A0bzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k_dEdVrbRF0/s1600-h/nihils.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjuSx0A0bzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k_dEdVrbRF0/s320/nihils.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060799990754209586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We recently posed a series of questions to all of our Pretentious shows, so you, the readers, can get an idea how to mentally prepare yourselves for the artistic onslaught they will endeavor to provide.  The following responses were provided by the estimable Mr. Trav S.D., author of the vaudeville history &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/No-Applause-Just-Throw-Money-Vaudeville/dp/0865479585/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-2657286-9961467?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Applause, Just Throw Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the inventor of quoits.  His show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nihils&lt;/span&gt; will open on June 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What exactly makes your show so damn pretentious anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;To paraphrase the blind lounge singer in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airport ’77&lt;/span&gt;, pretentiousness is “in the eyes of the beholder.” The Latin root from which the word springs means literally “holding [something] in front of oneself.” In a sense, all speech, all representation, is a similar feint, or dodge – a “shield” of (non)communication behind which to hide. Falsity and mask are the nature of the beast. The pretentiousness (or unpretentiousness… tentiousness?) of the current work is a matter of degree, then, not of kind. To grossly misrepresent a remark of Bertrand Russell’s: “If I am not pretentious…what  am I?’&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name some obscure influences on your work – extra points for unpronounceability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Baudrillard, Foucault, Bazin, Kant, Dostoyevsky, Joyce, Becket, T.S. Elliot, the Beats, Jim Morrison, Gertrude Stein, Sartre, Kierkegard, Nietzsche, Byron, Blake, Heidegger, Artaud, Adolphe Appia, Marshall McLuhan, Christian Metz, Stephen Hawking, Laurie Anderson, David Byrne, Robert Oppenheimer, Lenny Bruce, the Velvet Underground, Jerry Lewis, Brecht &amp; Max Reinhardt.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late Roland Barthes once wrote “For the theatre one needs long arms; it is better to have them too long than too short. An artiste with short arms can never, never make a fine gesture.”  Explicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Theatre must not only address man’s primal nature, but his primate nature. Before man was pretensile, he was prehensile. The first theatrical audiences were austrolopithicenes, circa one million B.C. Savannah-dwellers mainly, they would periodically return to their Edenic mother, the arboreal habitat from which they sprang. Ensconced in the canopy, they would munch fruit and watch specialized members of their community enact rude frolics not substantially different from modern rock concerts, wrestling matches, and situation comedies. The long arms to which Barthes refers apply not so much to the performer as to the audience, who must rely on these appendages to ascend and navigate the branches…and (being prelingual) gesticulate their approval or disapproval of the performance. (This, too, some speculate, is the origin of clapping. Thalidomide babies and others can attest – when your arms are too short, you cannot clap.)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what ways do you plan on alienating your audience?  Cite an intentionally opaque or confusing moment within your production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If I have not already alienated the audience with my last sentence, then there is nowhere to go but down. As for the performance, I don’t wish to tip my hand too much. Suffice it to say that the entire piece is composed of “cells” or “units” of alienation, based upon the principle of the Hegelian dialectic. From first to last, from Alpha to Omega, there is no theatrical moment within the piece that does not fold in against itself, in implied or self-evident replication of the Curved Space Theory. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which other Pretentious Festival show will you declare as your sworn ideological enemy, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Myself. Those who see the piece will be the first to agree – surely I am my own worst enemy. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give us the gist of the acceptance speech you would use were you to win one of our Pretentious Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I intend to send an American Indian in my stead, who will give a brief speech about the historical mistreatment of his people. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-847194226407094548?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/847194226407094548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=847194226407094548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/847194226407094548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/847194226407094548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/interrogation-i-nihils.html' title='INTERROGATION (I): NIHILS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjuSx0A0bzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/k_dEdVrbRF0/s72-c/nihils.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-153722925931100620</id><published>2007-05-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:03:23.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENDITION</title><content type='html'>Though we prefer to consider ourself above such pettiness, we cannot deny that we are members of a mercantile society.  As such, tickets are now on sale for all Pretentious Festival shows.  We invite the hoi polloi to hand us their hard-earned wages in exchange for the privilege of enlightenment.  They may do so at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;www.bricktheater.com/pretentious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theatermania.com/content/show.cfm/section/synopsis/show/133057"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We advise you to beat your drums, raise your flags, and mobilize the masses - to such degree as you can manage to do so without ruffling your hard-won sense of icy self-regard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-153722925931100620?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/153722925931100620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=153722925931100620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/153722925931100620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/153722925931100620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/vendition.html' title='VENDITION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-3009578720446921195</id><published>2007-05-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T09:00:03.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILLUSTRATION (I)</title><content type='html'>In February, we at the Pretentious Festival embarked upon what is destined to be among the most influential projects in the canon of post-post-modern art: the creation of Pretentious Imagery.  A short film is in the offing, and a number of photos were taken (by one &lt;a href="http://tabphotographic.com/"&gt;Tim Brown&lt;/a&gt;) of Pretentious goings-on at The Brick, featuring a number of Pretentious Artists who will be featured in our Festival.  We will sporadically share this imagery with you, starting today.  Click each image for full glory, and attempt to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjdjPkA0bwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RFreQWda4NM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjdjPkA0bwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RFreQWda4NM/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059621825390341890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjdjYkA0bxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/L28z_Mc3tes/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjdjYkA0bxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/L28z_Mc3tes/s320/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059621980009164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-3009578720446921195?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/3009578720446921195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=3009578720446921195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3009578720446921195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/3009578720446921195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/05/illustration-i.html' title='ILLUSTRATION (I)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C5LjTwVPs-g/RjdjPkA0bwI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RFreQWda4NM/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-5437153302356559179</id><published>2007-04-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:22:57.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTERATION</title><content type='html'>It has just come to our attention that one of our productions, formerly entitled ULTIMO: THE LAST ONE-MAN SHOW is changing its title to ROCKBERRY: THE LAST ONE-MAN SHOW (A PLAY).  To reflect this shift, we would like to include a new anagram (featuring only the main title, because otherwise it's too damn long).  Actually, I'm not sure which I prefer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRY, BROKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERR BY ROCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the first one, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-5437153302356559179?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/5437153302356559179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=5437153302356559179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5437153302356559179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/5437153302356559179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/04/alteration.html' title='ALTERATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-2939649571069425574</id><published>2007-04-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:12:26.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENT</title><content type='html'>The satisfaction we take in our work is only of the grimmest variety.  We are working from a mandate that surpasses everyday activity, making such activities as "bloggery" a distasteful chore at best.  But in order to reach our intended audience of three or four worthy, enlightened individuals, compromises must be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note of the &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/pretentious"&gt;Announcement of Our Pretentious Shows&lt;/a&gt;, findable on &lt;a href="http://bricktheater.com/"&gt;bricktheater.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The information that you seek will reside there in its clearest form.  However, for those individuals that, like us, prefer to view factual information through more challenging lenses, we present the following list of show titles in anagram form.  As you decipher your own show or the shows of others in the list, please attempt to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 1 BATHED Q[U]ALM&lt;br /&gt;ACCELERATED INK ZIP JOTS ON A HEM&lt;br /&gt;AESTHETICS SHIT OP&lt;br /&gt;BOGGLE A HIP GENTEEL CAD VENTING TIN MIRTH&lt;br /&gt;A CAD NOW RUNS TO EYETEETH PRIMERS&lt;br /&gt;CECA: A MILLINER UPROOTS US&lt;br /&gt;CLEARHEADED GINSENG: A NEON LENT&lt;br /&gt;A COFFINED FURL TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;CROP JET 365&lt;br /&gt;FLEETEST DEB, OH, WE GONG&lt;br /&gt;GEE, HI! KILL WOOL STORMS ON&lt;br /&gt;HIS NIL&lt;br /&gt;HI TO MY SMUT REFERENCE&lt;br /&gt;HIM WIN A LAST HELL&lt;br /&gt;I MOULT&lt;br /&gt;IN THONG&lt;br /&gt;A MACERATED DIM LIMO LIES&lt;br /&gt;THE PRETEEN TOURIST: A CAB&lt;br /&gt;RABBI CRACK&lt;br /&gt;SLITHERY ENGINEER CEDE A THIN TRIP&lt;br /&gt;A SOY-PROOF SUN ACCLIMATES/SEXY FORD FIN&lt;br /&gt;A TOM WHO BEWITCH TURDS&lt;br /&gt;TRY A WRY RIPE VELVETEEN&lt;br /&gt;A TWIN IN TRIM SEETHES HEARTACHES&lt;br /&gt;VENIAL GENE&lt;br /&gt;A VINO AGE ROTS WORRY&lt;br /&gt;VIOLENT NUNS I&lt;br /&gt;WET DORK RUINS YUKS&lt;br /&gt;WHEREVER I HUNT IT: A HOT WIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-2939649571069425574?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/2939649571069425574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=2939649571069425574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2939649571069425574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/2939649571069425574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/04/announcement.html' title='ANNOUNCEMENT'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863789364719203043.post-1910253811768555263</id><published>2007-04-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:24:04.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCEPTANCE</title><content type='html'>It is with grim satisfaction that we prepare to announce the discrete quanta of stage-based probing that have been selected to perform in The Brick Theater’s Pretentious Festival in June of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many interlocuters will no doubt raise the query: how was this particular aggregation of spectacles designated for public exhibition?  The full span of secrets regarding our process, in addition to causing severe bafflement for the vast majority of readers, are subject to intense proprietary protectiveness.  However, we can allow you access to a few choice details of our modus operandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first tasks executed was a close chemical analysis of the papers on which the applications arrived.  If the molecular makeup of these sheets did not meet our exacting standards, the offending rags were picked up with magnesium tongs and deposited in a chrome wastebin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More important was our examination of each application’s aura.  The committee counted among its membership a licensed aura expert, who would sleep with each application under her pillow at night, offering a full report in the morning of what colors she dreamt of.  An intricate spectral calculus ensued, which often spelled the difference between wholehearted embrace and sneering dismissal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we questioned the contents of each application.  We asked ourselves: would an average audience member pay hard-earned money to sit and watch this work?  If the answer was no, the application had an excellent shot at being accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriad other analyses and substantiations were exercised as we made our final decisions.  As the artists’ grateful, cringing responses trickle in, we are preparing to post them en masse, for your discernment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863789364719203043-1910253811768555263?l=pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/feeds/1910253811768555263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863789364719203043&amp;postID=1910253811768555263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1910253811768555263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863789364719203043/posts/default/1910253811768555263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentiousfestival.blogspot.com/2007/04/acceptance.html' title='ACCEPTANCE'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161280141488867901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
