Slings and Arrows Season 2
Aug. 3rd, 2005 05:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguyAnyway, after dropping Cynra off at the airport (she hews to the “be there three hours before departure” meme, even though that generally gives her two hours in the oh-so-comfortable coach lounge), I meandered home, tanked up Supercar, and tried to bond with the cats.
Of course, that’s pretty much impossible (although after two weeks of me being the only feeder they should be seeing things my way). So I played some H2 online.
That was very fun (and I sent a “come play me” note to everyone I could, so I hope to see some of you on XBL tonight around 8 EST), even though my connection was spotty. What really annoyed me was losing my connection in the middle of a Team Slayer match after I’d killed all the opposing team using the mounted gun. Crap. Those were some sweet kills.
Anyway, after the carnage (and watching the end of Serenity: The Episode) it was time for the finale of Slings and Arrows.
The show is a wandering tale of the goings on backstage at the New Burbage Shakespeare festival, which is a thinly veiled version of the Stratford Festival.
Last year, lunatic Shakespearean actor (is there any other kind?) Paul Gross’s character something or other was brought back to new Burbage to direct Hamlet after his mentor was run over by a truck after lying down in the street. The show was a runaway success (partially due to star “Not Keanu Reeves”), and he was promoted to the position of festival artistic director.
This year has been particularly interesting, since they’ve gone a little away from Paul Gross’s lunatic artistic director (who was interesting for the first season, but he can’t carry a television show for more than one season without a dog and Callum Keith Rennie).
The show’s been good this year, with more attention given to the supporting cast. Mark McKinney’s character, the festival’s head honcho (yeah, yeah, I can’t remember any names or actual titles. It’s all “Paul Gross’s character, Mark McKinney’s character, Old Gay Guy, Old Deaf Gay Guy With Less Hair, Dancing Action [Bad username or site: ”Malcolm_xerxes” @ livejournal.com], Pierre Trudeau, etc) has gone with a new marketing company run by Colm Feore (aka Pierre Trudeau; trust me, only me and my wife will find it funny). The campaign was supposed to bring in a new, younger, ‘hipper’ crowd, and had served the purpose of driving away the regular subscribers in droves (including an amusing bit with Eric Peterson as a high school English teacher who cancels about 500 tickets).
Of course, because you can’t kill the show, in the end hordes of juveniles came to the festival, including a guy who looked like Schwarzeneggar’s illegitimate goth son. He was good for a few jokes, although they skipped an obvious one about his hat.
The bit with the administrator and the playwright was demeaning to both characters, but not in a way that was particularly amusing. McKinney pretty much stole the season, although the redemption at the end was pretty much completely unearned. “The sociopathic conman was right! Yay! Everything is okay!” was a pretty disappointing dénouement.
Of course, that’s pretty much impossible (although after two weeks of me being the only feeder they should be seeing things my way). So I played some H2 online.
That was very fun (and I sent a “come play me” note to everyone I could, so I hope to see some of you on XBL tonight around 8 EST), even though my connection was spotty. What really annoyed me was losing my connection in the middle of a Team Slayer match after I’d killed all the opposing team using the mounted gun. Crap. Those were some sweet kills.
Anyway, after the carnage (and watching the end of Serenity: The Episode) it was time for the finale of Slings and Arrows.
The show is a wandering tale of the goings on backstage at the New Burbage Shakespeare festival, which is a thinly veiled version of the Stratford Festival.
Last year, lunatic Shakespearean actor (is there any other kind?) Paul Gross’s character something or other was brought back to new Burbage to direct Hamlet after his mentor was run over by a truck after lying down in the street. The show was a runaway success (partially due to star “Not Keanu Reeves”), and he was promoted to the position of festival artistic director.
This year has been particularly interesting, since they’ve gone a little away from Paul Gross’s lunatic artistic director (who was interesting for the first season, but he can’t carry a television show for more than one season without a dog and Callum Keith Rennie).
The show’s been good this year, with more attention given to the supporting cast. Mark McKinney’s character, the festival’s head honcho (yeah, yeah, I can’t remember any names or actual titles. It’s all “Paul Gross’s character, Mark McKinney’s character, Old Gay Guy, Old Deaf Gay Guy With Less Hair, Dancing Action [Bad username or site: ”Malcolm_xerxes” @ livejournal.com], Pierre Trudeau, etc) has gone with a new marketing company run by Colm Feore (aka Pierre Trudeau; trust me, only me and my wife will find it funny). The campaign was supposed to bring in a new, younger, ‘hipper’ crowd, and had served the purpose of driving away the regular subscribers in droves (including an amusing bit with Eric Peterson as a high school English teacher who cancels about 500 tickets).
Of course, because you can’t kill the show, in the end hordes of juveniles came to the festival, including a guy who looked like Schwarzeneggar’s illegitimate goth son. He was good for a few jokes, although they skipped an obvious one about his hat.
The bit with the administrator and the playwright was demeaning to both characters, but not in a way that was particularly amusing. McKinney pretty much stole the season, although the redemption at the end was pretty much completely unearned. “The sociopathic conman was right! Yay! Everything is okay!” was a pretty disappointing dénouement.
