It’s not me. It’s you. I have a tumblr blog now and we’re very happy.
Some photos from the tourney are getting circulated now. Here is a pic from my last Plan B show in the Semi Final round of Washington Improv Theater’s FIST 2010. I was really proud of the performances we gave throughout and couldn’t have had better teammates. These are my pals Mikael and Jenny.
My improv team, Season Six, asks one member of the audience at the top of the show to describe the last picture they took. We then immediately take shape and play certain objects or persons in the photo and then zoom in on certain details while verbally describing everything we are creating. After we zoom in and out we go back to the original photo for one last freeze frame and button line. Here is a pic of that from the last show of our Spring 2010 run at WIT.
Today I bought floss and I thought of Pretty Woman. The only thing less believable than the entire premise of the film is the fact that any Hollywood hooker would floss…further still, would floss mid-appointment. “What’s with this screwy detail? This doesn’t make any sense to me,” I whisper to no one in CVS aisle 7.
Let’s go back to the beginning, shall we? We are first introduced to Vivian Ward as a gal trying to pay her rent and has to hunt down her drug addled roommate to collect the money (see Blue Banana sequence). I get it. She’s responsible and sober. Clearly this is no run of the mill hood rat. But do we buy it yet?
She picks up Richard Gere and instead of having the filithiest road trip discussion on the way to his hotel, she riddles him with…wait for it… TRIVIA. She’s got knowledge! Nice touch, Gary. We ,the audience, have all but forgotten that she refers to three handjobs and letting someone watch her pee as a “slow night”.
Now how ,as a film maker, do you drive this point home? Well she does bring a “buffet of safety” to the hotel… but this is life and condoms are not strictly hooker territory. Gary needs something else… something that says this is the second time she’s ever done sexing for money and before that it was just her high school sweetheart who was killed in a terrible football team bus auto collision. But what? *LIGHTBULB* Oral hygeine!
I can just hear Gary Marshall’s raspy Brooklyn accent at the writer’s meeting: “Let’s give her some sawt of characta trait so that subcawntiously the awdience knows she’s clean down theh. Yah know, if she cares about her mouth she cares about her love burger**. How do we show this people? Everybody brushes their teeth. Maw specific maw specific. Maybe a Sonic Care treatment befaw she leaves faw the night… nah. What’s cheap? What can a hookah affawd? I got it! FLAWSS! Write it up!”
**I like to think that Gary mixes up his euphemisms.
I am enjoying this song, Miracle, by Raz Ohara and The Odd Orchestra. Rather than give you a clip of the song’s video I have found an even BETTER video to accompany it. Puppy!
Earlier this week I posted a clip of Insane Clown Posse’s “Miracles” video. This past Saturday, Saturday Night Live created a parody of the video. It’s really good. Check it out on Hulu. Click here.