I saw a bad play a few weeks ago and wrote a review for that Plays on the Net site. If you click on the magazine cover or "Read Latest Issue" tab on the left, you can get to the 'zine. But I can't read it because the fancy program is too much for my USB-modem's "data bundle."
I wrote the review when I had a bad head cold, so it may be worse than the play.
The play was an adaptation of a Bessie Head novel of the same name. I think Bessie Head is brilliant, but the play was exhaustingly bad.
This is why I've always thought of myself as a bad critic: When I see or hear something I don't like, I don't seem to have the same ability or enthusiasm to articulate why I don't like it. I usually feel comfortable explaining why I love something, but I'm no Meghan Harrison or Anna Mehler Paperny, who seem so gifted with the cutting, acerbic wit.
Anyway, friends ...
3 comments:
i wish i could write like that!
and yes, i am quietly stalking you.
CCNA count:
Flo = 1
BK = 0
Case closed.
I hope you're well, wherever you are.
You're not going back for more school or something are you?
i'm going to assume you still have some mucous sloshing around your brain, and that it's deleteriously affecting your blogging.
yes? yes.
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