OH HITLER TOMORROW DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU

Last week, I watched:

1. Caberet. It is brilliant in an inexplicable way and I love it so. It is beautiful in a very strange way. Well, I suppose it is because there is young people love (I press myself against your body, I talk about anything but myself, I consume alcohol, and OMG HOT SEX!!!) and old people love (one pineapple, dancers dressed as pineapples, one closed door, one spinster, one Jew). I like the contrast of old people love against the scandalous background of 1930s Berlin. Which is, if you recall your History lessons, during the Great Depression and people lived on almost non-existent money. No money = no morals, thus the decadence.

I love the creepy patriotic song sung in the mindless, spooky way, with the Nazi officer shouting at appropriate patriotic parts (FAZZERLAND FAZZERLAND. Oh Hitler oh Hitler you were such an inspiration to your subjects). I lovelove the Grand Tragedy plot, especially the Jew who was oh-so-ignorant, or maybe oh-so-in-denial. I lovelovelove the characterisation. Because Sally talks too much and too fast and not enough about herself. The spinster is OMG pragmatic. The Jew is shy shy shy! The American is very American and appropriately stupid to be marginably likeable as the protagonist. And as much as I do NOT like Fei Xiang I liked his little songs. They were, at times, very insightful (gorilla gorilla JEW gorilla!). That does not include the parts when he made phallic symbols with the bolster. Though ohmygoodness I wish I was in the front row! Ahaha, I'd think that this is an extremely retrospective piece, and would have probably scored 424% for our History PT.

Next time I shall go see theatre, which is poorer and songless, but Adrian Pang I love you so! GAH. I want to go for the Singapore Theatre Festival (?) because I am very curious about theatre and because I love the person sticking his head into the Merlion. But GAH. EOI. -_- Besides, ANTI-SOCIAL friends, remember?

2. Pirates. HAHAHA. Well. There were a lot of big round objects, which is very appealing. The giant octopus is as well, conceptually. Only the real one looks like an alien from Man In Black. I suppose all the setups (manymanymany eyes!! Giant octopus!! Giant hamster wheel!! Big spherical cage!! Paprika!!) are meant to be entertaining. Well. They are not. I love the ending so, though. But only because it effectively martyrs Jack Sparrow, and oh oh oh that paves the way for so much. He is going to come back covered with Giant Octopus intestinal goo and much angst, much anger. Not least because pretty Elizabeth duped him with her sexual powers OMG, but because he is actually glad it was him that was eaten by giant octopus. Then he will discover his kind and self sacrificial side and go into denial and depression and put on more eyeliner and drink more rum and turn homosexual and become a punk rocker OMG. Indeed.

3. Parkinson. It is not spectacular. Just wanted to remember that Will Young is OMG GAY GAY GAY. And I knew bald guy from Little Britain was GAY GAY GAY as well. I bet the other one is as well. Oh they are doing tours. Maybe they will come to Singapore, and I shall be there, waving my little banner of THE ONLY GAY IN THE VILLAGE. <3

Meh. HAPPY BIRTHDAYS I suppose (hamster! Barney! Bunny! OMG!)