03.02.2019
While props for next month are flying my way from Joom and my pottery course is slowly winding down, I'll write some off-topic posts.
For instance, about immersive theatre. We traditionally go to these together with Volodya, and it's a lot of fun, because afterwards we get to squabble over whose way of watching works better. V. reads the libretto beforehand, who's called what, a review of the show and the plot of the previous one, and afterwards he's able to explain the logical connections between the characters. I swivel my head around in rapture, stalk particular actors because they're very pretty, but on the plus side I'm good at noticing that there was an actress playing Death, and the libretto didn't mention her, oops. After the show my head is a wonderful mush of images.
This time we went to The Faceless and I got really lucky, twice. The first time I was stalking a ghost, and at some point she took me by the hand, waved bye-bye to the rest of the audience, led me into a small closed-off room and took my mask off. All the spectators walk around in masks and keep quiet, and here I got to talk one-on-one with a real ghost, aaah! You feel, of course, like you're choosing cereal in Bandersnatch: sure, you can talk, but it doesn't change a thing. But the second time, on a big real stage, an artist's apprentice handed me a can of paint and a couple of minutes later hinted, convincingly, that the paint had to be poured all over him. I was really impressed and actually poured it, brrr!
My instructions for getting lucky, imho, go like this: if you're following an actor, try to be the first one, and at the group scenes hang out somewhere in the middle. And get tickets for an earlier time, you'll have more time.
If you've seen The Faceless — meow me in the DMs. Neither I nor V were let into the ending we'd wanted, and now I'm curious what's there.