I like it a lot so far, and I'm adjusting to being away from my wonderful next of Newport News better than I thought I would. Of course I miss all my darlings and my mentors, and I had a wonderful phone conversation with the beautiful Lauren Angwin yesterday that probably gave me my biggest pang of homesickness for my CNU loves that I've had so far...but as I have gotten in the habit of saying, it's never goodbye, it's just until next time.
I live incredible close to the beach and have taken advantage of that as often as possible. My fellow interns are very cool, and the actors that I had the privilege of picking up from the airport and welcoming to Sarasota last week are just wonderful. My supervisors are great, and I look forward to opening the first show and having all the other millions of activities and shows that go on at FST going full throttle...though having lazy weekends like this one are oh so nice.
I watched Platoon yesterday. It's one of those movies that I know is brilliant and classic that I had just never seen, and thanks to the magic of Netflix I can correct all of my cinematic ignorance with ease. The last couple months I've been in a very masculine, violent movie mood. I watched Pulp Fiction and Natural Born Killers a lot this summer, rewatched Reservoir Dogs with my Billy Harley for the first time since I'd first seen it at an age too young to appreciate its genius. I also saw Dog Day Afternoon for the first time, thanks to Netflix, last month when I was house sitting at Denise's.
Platoon was absolutely traumatizing. It was amazing, phenomenal, beautiful, horrific, nightmarish...just...yeah. If you've seen it, you know. It's one of those movies that completely affects how you are for the rest of the day. And I want to watch it again before I mail it back because apparently I'm a masochist.
Next up - Hard Candy! Let me explain.
I took time out of my ultra macho, violent movie phase to introduce one of my new dear friends, Zakk, to the magic and splendor of Angels in America, which every theatre artist must be familiar with - especially someone born and raised just south of Salt Lake City, which he was. So we're continuing with our love affair with Patrick Wilson with Hard Candy, a film he's seen but I haven't also featuring the beautiful Ellen Page.
When did this suddenly become a movie blog? I'm insane.
Big real-life news...my mom, who just celebrated her 57th year on this earth on September 6th, ran in her first 5K race with my big sister yesterday! She placed 4th in her age group and made an awesome time, AND - the best part - she and my sister were selected as judges to a bloody mary contest that took place right after the race! And they got to eat tons of free barbecue for a barbecue contest of some kind. AND my brother-in-law made them dinner last night, which probably makes me the most jealous of all of those things. It was so cool, and since everyone in my family is pretty financially strapped right now I was so glad that my mom was able to have some kind of celebration for her birthday that we wouldn't really be able to afford to give her.
Hope the few of you who read this are well!
