World politics is a comic book movie, while life is a local production of “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder.
The world production is computer generated with false actors and mediocre plots. The advertising has people waiting in long lines at the movie theater, only to be disappointed.
My small stage with naturally trained actors is an unscripted theatrical work. It doesn’t have the pyrotechnics and intricate screen action.
The actors in my stage production have their own wardrobe and sometimes forget their lines. We have a small crew and the stage is off kilter. If you look closely, you can see the hole in the curtain when it is lowered between acts.
The characters in my show aren’t played by big name Hollywood actors. My players have become masters of improv and can adapt from a comedy to a drama with every scene.
I try to stay away from the cinema at the shuttered mall these days. The crowd is always loud and obnoxious. Kids crying, idiots talking, assclowns looking at their phones, selfish pricks kicking your chair and the dipshit in your aisle that has to take a piss every eighteen minutes.
Not worth the grief and aggravation.
I have the same audience members that sit on the same old wood benches and church pews.
I’m working on getting a rusty little league bleacher from the park district. I’m betting the crowd will get bigger as word gets out. I want to be ready when my life story gains popularity.
I probably won’t need the bleachers and I’m not sure if I can even get it in the door of my theatre.
I wish people would stop getting so enthralled in those horrible blockbusters. The wars, the politics, the sexual abuse, the conflict that always escalates and the lack of accountability.
People should really consider going to home grown local theater. The one that needs more patrons is called “Get a Life.”
No need to fight for a parking space.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…
… don’t get so overwhelmed with the insanity captured on your smartphone.
Say hello to your neighbors and enjoy the sunshine on your front porch.
Everything we are worried about ends when the mortician signs the death certificate.
Flub your lines and stand in the wrong place on stage. Laugh when it’s funny, cry when it is dramatic and ad lib if a scene falls apart.
We really are only players in a one person show.
