I remember seeing Angels in America many years ago on Broadway. It was a marathon day at the theater, I saw Part One, Millennium Approaches, during a matinee performance and Part Two, Perestoika after dinner that evening. Unfortunately, all that sitting killed my back and diminished any enjoyment of the play.
I saw it on Broadway in two separate pieces. It was intense, and I remember crying over it. I'm watching now, wondering if it will feel different, if it will be different.
It is different. It feels more personal, more visceral than the play. I think it's all about the close-ups. The perspective that the theatre stage can't really give you.
At one point I thought to myself, all those people trying to figure out how to keep the safe sex message alive should just show this movie to highschoolers. That oughta take care of it.
The pain and the fear and the heartbreak are just palpable.
The visual was far more intense than the stage production. The way they cut the two fight scenes into one another was incredible.
It hurt to watch. But I don't know if it hurt because I'm older, wiser perhaps than I was when I saw it, because I have life experiences that I didn't.
I'm not sure it would mean what it means to you or I to a high school student. My early experience with HIV (I turned 10 in 1985) was that sex=death. The high school students I work with don't seem to have that fear. They have the AIDS=Death fear, but the sex part in the middle, the part that scared so many of my contemporaries into not doing it is missing.
It reminds me of something that I've been grateful for, since it started to have meaning to me. It reminded me that I'm glad I never had to go through the kind of paradigm shift, intense fear about my own behavior and behavior shift that some people I know have. That when I was old enough to start engaging in sexual behavior, it was a given that some things were a part of my experience...condoms and such.
It hurt. It made me cry. And not in a cathartic kind of way. In a weeping, gut wrenching, insides on the floor kind of way. And I'm glad it could do that. It reminds me of where I am, and who I am, and that I'm falliable, and alive.
While at school. I hope that counts. Both shows, over two nights too. Own "Millenium Approaches," been reading it while waiting. Been waiting for this since Spring. :)
I'd love to borrow the tape, if possible. I never had a chance to see it, though I read a book based on it (? Perhaps it was based on it, not sure). But it made me cry, and really made me think about how things are "done" and how we look at life.
HBO is very good at putting their movies/series out on DVD/VHS. And doing so in a timely fashion. NORMAL premiered on HBO in late spring, and was out on video on October 7. Dollars to doughnuts HBO will cash in on this "movie". Its too damn good for it not to.
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Date: 2003-12-07 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 08:57 pm (UTC)At one point I thought to myself, all those people trying to figure out how to keep the safe sex message alive should just show this movie to highschoolers. That oughta take care of it.
The pain and the fear and the heartbreak are just palpable.
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Date: 2003-12-07 09:17 pm (UTC)It hurt to watch. But I don't know if it hurt because I'm older, wiser perhaps than I was when I saw it, because I have life experiences that I didn't.
I'm not sure it would mean what it means to you or I to a high school student. My early experience with HIV (I turned 10 in 1985) was that sex=death. The high school students I work with don't seem to have that fear. They have the AIDS=Death fear, but the sex part in the middle, the part that scared so many of my contemporaries into not doing it is missing.
It reminds me of something that I've been grateful for, since it started to have meaning to me. It reminded me that I'm glad I never had to go through the kind of paradigm shift, intense fear about my own behavior and behavior shift that some people I know have. That when I was old enough to start engaging in sexual behavior, it was a given that some things were a part of my experience...condoms and such.
It hurt. It made me cry. And not in a cathartic kind of way. In a weeping, gut wrenching, insides on the floor kind of way. And I'm glad it could do that. It reminds me of where I am, and who I am, and that I'm falliable, and alive.
Saw the National Tour
Date: 2003-12-07 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
;) It repeats Mon and Tues and Wed (in 1 hour bits) if you want to make a second tape.
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Date: 2003-12-07 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 08:02 pm (UTC)(The film is based on the play, and was a really good adaptation.)
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Date: 2003-12-07 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-07 08:54 pm (UTC)Hey tape borrowers....
Date: 2003-12-08 06:37 am (UTC)Re: Hey tape borrowers....
Date: 2003-12-08 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 11:36 am (UTC)