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Well, back here for a moment from Facebook to post a promo for the new show... if you want to know more about this one in its past incarnations, click the "world gone wrong" tag and you'll get plenty about this show and noir in general...

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NECROPOLIS 1&2:
World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed

Gemini CollisionWorks

December 1 – 18, 2012

created by Ian W. Hill
assisted by Berit Johnson

performed by Gyda Arber, Olivia Baseman*, Gita Borovsky, Josephine Cashman*, TJ Clark, Melissa DeLancey, V. Orion Delwaterman, Samantha Dena, Adam Files, Stacia French, Matt Gray, Ian W. Hill, Gavin Starr Kendall, Roger Nasser, Nicholas Miles Newton, Amy Overman, Amy Beth Sherman*, Ken Simon*, Adam Swiderski, Debbie Troché, and Art Wallace.
*Appearing courtesy of Actors’ Equity Association

A world where the leaders lie, cheat, steal and murder. A world where Art and Science and Beauty and Reason are no longer valued. A world where survival means selling out, and trying to do the “right thing” means failure as a human being. A familiar place? Yes, of course, it is the
fictional, 1940’s world of film noir, nothing like our own present world at all, right? Right? Or has noir come true, and we’re all living in a world gone wrong?

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Combining a cast of 21 in precision choreography with slides and an entirely pre-recorded collage soundtrack to which the actors perform as if “dubbed,” World Gone Wrong is a celebration of the ability to stay true to, and fight for, one’s own convictions in a land where “moral values” is just a mask that hides greed, hatred, fear, backstabbing, and lies. World Gone Wrong is a film noir pastiche-play consisting of dialogue from over 150 noirs, as well as quotes from a recent U.S. Administration and other pertinent sources, combined into an original spellbinding, semiabstract, dreamlike tale of corruption, betrayal, and revenge as two men (who many be one man) travel through their own dreams in a city (which may be two cities) where day never comes, to avenge their own deaths in a landscape of iconic film noir figures.


“The sheer size, scope and ambition of Ian W. Hill’s vision in World Gone Wrong dazzles and boggles. . . . laugh-out-loud hilarious, the way the first episodes of Twin Peaks were . . . theatre that delights and challenges and jolts even as it prods and pokes at its audience . . . a theatrical experience as dense as it is unique.”—Martin Denton, nytheatre.com


“Against the constantly changing backdrop of projected black-and-white stills, the cryptic mix of wisecracking wordplay, melodramatic excess and metaphysical world-weariness achieves a breathtaking effect, amplified by moments of recognition . . . stunning style and tour-de-force text . . .” —Jessica Branch, Time Out New York


“Excellent acting and intelligent pastiche.” — Jonathan Kalb, New York Times

1 hour 45 minutes

Sat Dec 1 @ 3pm
Wed Dec 5 @ 8pm
Fri Dec 7 @ 7:30pm
Sat Dec 8 @ 3pm
Wed Dec 12 @ 8pm
Fri Dec 14 @ 8pm
Tue Dec 18 @ 8pm

$15

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On a break right now from writing more depressing things for Spell.

I finally got around to fixing up the last of the photos from last August's shows in Photoshop and posting them up at my Flickr page. Recently I posted the better shots from NECROPOLIS 0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland, and I posted the shots from the first part of NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed all the way back HERE in September of last year, before I figured out the best way to organize and fix up the shots and it took me much much longer.

So all that remained were the shots from Part Two - got to them today, and here's the best of them behind the cut . . .

Killing you is like killing myself, but you know, I'm pretty tired of both of us )



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I'm still going through all the photos I have from the August shows and fixing them up in Photoshop, but I have the first batch done. These cover the first part of the two-part NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed.

I still think I'm missing some that I should have . . . I'm positive we set up and shot scenes that I don't seem to have any pictures of -- such as the backlit shadow band from the club scene. The closest I have to that are a couple of behind-the-scenes shots, like this one of Art Wallace blowing his two-dimensional cardboard trumpet:

World Gone Wrong 2007 - Art blows it

So, inside the cut (which I hate, but I keep being reminded that cuts are "polite"), the first part of the show.

14 fragments of a World Gone Wrong )



Ah, yes . . . and here's Mateo, Art, and Alyssa (hidden behind Mateo) doing their number behind the scrim.
World Gone Wrong 2007 - behind the shadows

More soon.

Recovery

Aug. 20th, 2007 12:07 pm
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Weirdly over-tired since Saturday's marathon. I should be tired, sure, but not like this. I have too much to do the rest of the week.

I'm going through the standard post-show depression on World Gone Wrong, but unlike most times, I have other shows running as this one closes, so I can't just lie back and recover, I have to keep working for another week -- especially as I have to put an understudy in for the lead part in At the Mountains of Slumberland on Thursday.

Got some great shots from the photo call on WGW/WGW. Have them up once they're all in and reprocessed.

This gave me some cheer this morning, however -- an early (1968) animated film by Terry Gilliam, pre-Python, which has more than a few ideas plundered for the series and Holy Grail:



(via Cartoon Brew) Enjoy.

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Tonight at 8.00 pm and tomorrow at 4.00 pm will probably be your last chances to ever see my play NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed. I've done it twice, two years apart. It's had it's run. Unless someone wants to pay me to bring it back somewhere, someplace (unlikely), it goes into the storage cage, indefinitely.


World Gone Wrong - Scene 4


With AEA showcase rules, I couldn't bring it back for a while anyway, and I have other things to move on to - my own Spell, Kindred, That's What We're Here For (an american pageant revisited), NECROPOLIS 4: Green River, NECROPOLIS 5: ARTisTS, as well as plays by other people - Richard Foreman's Harry in Love: A Manic Vaudeville and George Bataille's Bathrobe first and foremost in my head.


World Gone Wrong - Scene 31


Martin Denton's review of the 2005 production is HERE, among others. Michael Criscuolo referred to the current production as "spectacular" in his great review of NECROPOLIS 0 and 3 (you've got over a week before those go away forever).

Tickets are $10 and available at the door (cash) or in advance (credit card) HERE. Scroll down for more info on location, etc.


Hope to see some of you.

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Well, now that I sent out the email blast and all the mid-run publicity stuff, we get the rave review of Succubus/Slumberland I've been hoping and waiting for, for pull quotes and the like.


Oh, well. Into next week's "LAST TWO SHOWS" email.


Thanks, Mr. Criscuolo -- glad you got it.

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Today, I have nothing I HAVE to do for the shows. So after some needed Art intake, I'm going to be walking all over the West, Center, and East Villages, Lower East Side, and Tribeca putting cards for the shows at as many Indie Theatres (and rep movie houses, given the noir appeal of WGW/WGW) as I can.

I've made up a list of 23 venues to card - some of them will wind up not being open, or not permitting cards from outside venues right now, and I'll find other places to hit along the way, so maybe 25 places total.


So, first I have to go over to Duane Reade and buy a bag of strong rubber bands.

Then, I go get the boxes of cards for The Necropolis Series and Hobo out of the van, sit down, and make up 25 packets of 20 cards each for each show, and band them (NB: As someone who has run a few theatres, it is POINTLESS and ANNOYING to leave any more than 20 cards at a time at any venue -- they will get knocked to the floor, spread all over the place, mostly not get picked up, and ultimately will wind up in the trash -- put out 20, check back a week later, if some have been taken, fill out the pile to 20 again, no more - for spaces with large display racks - eg; The Kraine - you can maybe spring for 2 piles of 20).

Then I bag the packets up (and this is going to be a damned heavy carry, unfortunately . . . 1,000 cards? half of them oversized 8.5x5.5" ones? . . .oy . . .). Go shower, shave, and get clean -- I have a need to feel nice today. Blue contacts and fake teeth in, too. Maybe if it's nice enough, I'll even wear my straw boater in my perambulations (Berit's still out cold, or she might dissuade me from walking out the door with that hat on by calling me a "fop").

Subway to MoMA, check the heavy bag, spend as much goddamn time as I like and need in there to feel right again. See every damn thing in there that I can until I can't see anything right anymore.

Then, subway to the Village, start on Vandam.

And then, a couple hours of walking -- from Bank, Commerce, Christopher and whatever to Ave. A, Suffolk and whatever to Church and Franklin, and then subway home.


So this is the day off. It's a nice one.

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Woke up this morning, went into my normal panic about "What do I have to do on the shows to get them ready RIGHT NOW," and realized that all the shows are now up and running and there's nothing else I have to do for any of them (except replenish programs and the disposable props).

I am now quite happy and am sitting back and just enjoying some music by myself for the first time in weeks.


Last night, we gave damned good performances of WGW/WGW (for a quiet, good-sized house) and Hobo Got Too High (for a small, wonderfully-reactive house). Today, I have all three programs of four plays to get through -- Succubus/Slumberland at 4.00 pm, WGW/WGW at 8.00 pm, and Hobo at 10.30 pm. Ah, just like the old NADA days. At least I'm not actually in the second half of each of the first two programs.


And they're all in good shape. Wow.


Come see them, if you were thinking of it, please.

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Okay performance of WGW/WGW last night. In the house was playwright Jeff Jones, whose 70 Scenes of Halloween I once directed at NADA -- well, kind of, we had to cancel the production because we were being evicted, so we did a weekend of free performances of it as a staged reading (though the actors surprised me by learning almost all their lines anyway and not using scripts except for a scene here and there). Bryan, who was in that production as The Beast, was working box office and had a nice chat with him about it. I hope to restage that production someday. Though I don't think Mr. Jones liked last night's show very much. Oh, well. I don't know if I could get Frank Cwiklik and Michele Schlossberg back to play Jeff and Joan, but I could get Bryan and Christiaan back as The Beast and The Witch -- I don't know why, but its always been important to me that the two couples in that play be played by real-life couples. Jeff Lewonczyk and Hope Cartelli would be great as Jeff and Joan, too, though the image of an onstage young married couple sniping at each other being played by a real-life young married couple might be a bit more uncomfortable when the actor shares the same name as the character.


And why just "okay" last night . . ? Well, I've never been able to cure second-show-slump. There's always that big DIP in energy after the cast has gotten one show under their belt and feels like they know what they're doing. A bit low-energy last night. And a little low-attentive. I had fixed the sound a bit, mainly to eliminate the giant pauses I had on the soundtrack between scenes, during the transitions. But I seem to have gone too far, because almost none of the transitions got done on time last night, and people were always still out on stage changing things when a new scene would begin.

At the same time, it wasn't only the shorter time, but that people were being a bit slower about it, too. On opening night, everyone was still so jumpy and nervous about getting the transitions right (we didn't rehearse them nearly enough, of course) that they just WENT FOR IT. Last night, I could see the cue line for the transitions happen, which people are supposed to GO on, but there would be a beat and a breath and then they would tentatively start for the stage (not everyone, but enough to make a difference). It got better as the show went on, and the cast realized they had a lot less time to move things, but it was still wonky to the end.

So I'm lengthening the transitions a bit, where needed, but I also have to get people to go faster and with more purpose and focus. Berit and I will fix the light cues a bit too, as they should go down faster at the end of every scene (it doesn't encourage people to start moving on a transition when it looks like they'll be walking into a fully-lit scene, though the lights will be changing right along with their move). The transitions are a little harder to deal with on this production, as compared to the 2005 original, because we've replaced the rolling trunk on a dolly with an actual desk, which needs two people to move it (carefully) as opposed to just quickly rolling it into position, and the power cords for the light stands now trail upstage rather than out a downstage aisle, and they tend to get caught on things more (unfortunately, now that they are being controlled from the board, that's where they NEED to go . . .).

The show between the transitions, however, was good, if not so sharp as opening night. Tonight I'll take a closer look at whether I should tighten up some of the scenes in dialogue editing or not.


My plan for today was to finish the transition-lengthening, drive to The Brick and drop off the new disks, pick up lots of cards for both shows, L Train it into Manhattan and schlep around from theatre to theatre (and a couple of rep movie houses) dropping off packets of cards, hitting as many Fringe NYC venues as I could. But the weather is not so great for this . . . Still, has to get done. Then I'm meeting a friend at The Brick at 3.00 to just hang out for a bit. And around this I want to work on my performance and lines for The Hobo Got Too High, which we'll be actually doing for an audience for the first time tonight.

So, maybe I'll just work on my lines and other Brick things, and do the theatre runaround tomorrow. The weather's gotten worse as I've been typing.


And on the iPod this morning, from among 21,056 songs:


1. "Where Are We Going?" - Marvin Gaye - The Very Best
2. "A Day in the Life" - The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
3. "The Gremmie, Part 1 (alternate version)" - The Tornados - More Surf Legends (And Rumors)
4. "Glass Onion (remix)" - The Beatles - Love
5. "Sweet Dreams" - Roy Buchanan - Sweet Dreams: The Anthology
6. "Liar, Liar" - The Castaways - Nuggets: Original Artyfacts From The First Psychedelic Era
7. "Summertime Blues" - Blue Cheer - 45's on CD Volume III ('66-'69)
8. "Sunday Morning" - The Velvet Underground - Peel Slowly and See
9. "Marlene On The Wall (live)" - Suzanne Vega - Live At Stephen's Talkhouse
10. "Settle Down" - The Flirtations - Northern Soul: The Cream of 60's Soul


More after the weekend, when I finally have a day off (and I think I'll be making a MoMA trip, finally, for the Serra).

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Okay, so first, we opened NECROPOLIS 0 and 3: Kiss Me Succubus and At the Mountains of Slumberland last night, and they went quite well. Few little missteps here and there, but not bad. Not bad at all. So we've now "opened" all four of the Gemini CollisionWorks shows at The Brick in August (including the opening night run-thru of Hobo), and we have seven performances left of each of them.


So I just got a good night's sleep for the first time in . . . well, a while.


And then I got an email from John Issendorf telling me that the Times review was up for NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed, and congratulating me on it. Yeah, Jonathan Kalb came to see the show on opening night . . . our VERY rocky (technically), but okay, opening night. Originally, I had been told he might only be able to stay for the first half, as he had to catch a plane to India, and he would be noting in his review he had only watched World Gone Wrong, but he wound up staying for the whole show, which I took as a good sign (he also asked Ivanna, who was working the box office, how long The Hobo Got Too High was and when it would start, and if it had been shorter and started earlier he would have stuck around), so I wasn't terribly worried about the review.


And, well, it's an okay review. It reads better than it is -- that is, you get the sense of a good review from it, but when you look at the details, it's really, really mixed . . . maybe even a bit more negative. The almost exact opposite of the 2005 Time Out New York review of the show which was pretty close to a rave, but read like a pan -- I've received two congratulatory emails on the Times review already and when the TONY review came out two years ago I got nothing but sympathy emails, though the review was primarily full of phrases like "breathtaking effect," "stunning style," and "tour-de-force text."


So reading the Times review was like:

"Hmmmn. Okay, okay. Good. Great! Neat. This will be good for the show. Well, that was . . . wait a minute, he didn't like it very much, did he?"

And the TONY one was:

"Oh. Oooh. Oh, dear. Shit. Oh, this isn't good. Dammit. She didn't get it did she? Oh, well, maybe next ti-- wait a minute, did she just spend half the column space saying the show was brilliant?"


Tone may be more important than actual content in reviews . . .


At least in getting butts in the seats, which I think this review will actually do.


Have to go out shortly and get the actual print paper to see it there, and see what the photo of Stacia and I looks like in print (assuming it's used there).


Hmmmn. Well, I'm a little unhappy with some of Kalb's criticisms, but not much. I've heard it before about WGW/WGW and other pieces of mine, especially the two-part ones, which, to me, are usually about theme (part one) and variations (part two), with the variants sometimes being a bit minor and subtle.

I think of the original pieces that way, musically -- WGW/WGW is a big sprawling symphony for a Wagnerian-sized orchestra; Succubus is a string quartet; Slumberland is a piece for small chamber orchestra.

And just as often, scupturally -- you look at the work in space from one side, you think you "get" it, then it is turned 45 degrees and you suddenly get a whole new understanding of the materials, the structure, the way it moves and displaces air, how light falls on it differently, what it means . . . but only if you look closely enough to see the subtle change the different perspective has made.


During the final stages of these shows, as I've been wandering around The Brick, crazed, doing whatever I could to be "ready," I've been muttering a paraphrase of Kurt Schwitters to myself: "I am a theatre artist, and I nail my plays together."


So, now I have to go do some more nailing -- the sound for WGW/WGW needs to be fixed a bit, then Berit and I will go over to the space early to fix all the light and projection issues. I'm looking forward to tonight's show. It's going to be beautiful.


UPDATE: Nope, no photo in the print edition, dammit (I think it would be a lot more eye-catching). Looks pretty good on the Times website, though . . .

World Gone Wrong - Scene 17

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Last night was opening night of NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed and The Hobo Got Too High.

It was preceded by my staying up for 44 straight hours finishing some of the important tech elements for the show, and then dealing with some huge problems that cropped up with them. Fun. That's the longest I've ever stayed awake by far. I've got 6 hours sleep since, so I'm better now.

Yesterday was a day of much stress and tension that wound up okay. It was a huge question all day as to whether both or either show would actually be able to open. As it was, we were able to get WGW/WGW going, albeit with reduced tech, and as only three people showed up for Hobo, we begged off doing the show to them (and they were cool about it) and did a runthru for ourselves to get it down better before next time.

So we did good, and it will be more beautiful next time.


Next . . . Kiss Me, Succubus and At the Mountains of Slumberland.


And in the iPod this morning, 21,054 songs, 73.33 GBs, and I get this fine fine superfine Sunday morning mix:


1. "Meet James Ensor" - They Might Be Giants - John Henry
2. "Triumphal Theme" - Cop Shoot Cop - Consumer Revolt
3. "Funny Little Frog" - Belle & Sebastian - The Life Pursuit
4. "Soon There'll Be Thunder" - The Common People - Of the People, By the People, For the People
5. "Die in Terror" - The Residents - The Commercial Album
6. "If There Is Something" - Roxy Music - Roxy Music
7. "Hostess: Twinkies" - Raymond Scott - Manhattan Research, Inc.
8. "Just in Case You Wonder" - The Ugly Ducklings - Too Much Too Soon
9. "How Many More Years?" - Howlin' Wolf - Best Of Sun Records Volume One
10. "How Soon Is Now?" - Love Spit Love - The Craft soundtrack


More soon . . .

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We have two shows opening the day after tomorrow . . . well, actually tomorrow, at this point. And a third (made up of two shows with two casts of 8 people) next Wednesday. I knew this was an insane plan. I didn't know quite how truly psychotic it would turn out to be.

After a few days of thinking we were so behind it would be impossible to open, it has become clear that we can open on time, and well. However, in order to make this possible, Berit and I will become total wrecks for a week or so. Fine.


Not much else. I'm about to go to bed for three hours while she works, then we'll switch off, as she needs the good computer for the Powerpoint slides for the show, and I need it for the sound editing. Hoo boy.


Oh, and here's the card for The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz, opening tomorrow at 10.30 pm. A little simpler than our NECROPOLIS card, but just here to get the job done:


hobocardfront


hobocardback


Don't know about a random 10. Maybe I'll need a music break at 5.30 in the am or something. I'll let you know.
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NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed opens in five days. The cards should be here tomorrow. Sometime this week, I have to find a time (hah!) to go around and leave them in good places and good spaces.


I already posted the more interesting front, but here's the back:


NECROPOLIS Series card back


Final card is 8.5 x 5.5" (and therefore legible), with glossy front and matte reverse.


Today, work all day on the soundtracks, then, at 6.00 pm, three hours of Slumberland rehearsal (and record one last bit of the show), then two hours of Worth Gun Willed rehearsal.

Tomorrow morning, record the last pieces of Succubus, then work on the soundtracks, then 60 minutes of World Gone Wrong rehearsal, 90 minutes of Hobo Got Too High rehearsal, then 90 minutes of Succubus rehearsal.

Wednesday, rehearsals all day from 10.00 am to 6.00 pm with different individuals/groups from different shows (Jessica Savage gets the big block of 90 minutes to rehearse bits of all three shows she's in), then the first big World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed rehearsal from 7-11.00 pm, with 18 out of 21 cast members (best we can do until tech on Saturday.

Thursday, daytime left open so Berit and I can actually do tech stuff, etc. 7-11.00 pm, Succubus rehearsal, including filming one of the "porno" movies featuring half the cast.

Friday, rehearsals all day from 10.00 am to 6.00 pm with different individuals/groups from different shows, including a big block where we film the other "porno" movie with the other half of the Succubus cast. Then Hobo tech from 7-11 pm.

Saturday, we have the whole cast for World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed from 12 noon to 6.00 pm for cleanup, cue-to-cue, and tech/dress run. Then break. Then we open the show at 8 pm. Brief pause, then The Hobo Got Too High opens at 10.30 pm.

Then, Berit and I get up and go to a wedding on Sunday. If we can get back to NYC in time, we rehearse that night, either Succubus or Slumberland or both (probably just Succubus).

Monday night, we again rehearse either Succubus or Slumberland or both (probably just Slumberland).

Tuesday, we tech Kiss Me, Succubus, At the Mountains of Slumberland from 6.00 pm until done.

Wednesday, we open that bill at 8.00 pm.

Then, we're running. And we're fine.

Then August is over, and Berit and I go collapse in Portland, ME for several weeks.


But right now, I have work to do, and shouldn't be futzing with my blog, except that sometimes, you do need a break in the work, just to stay sane.


See you on Friday, with a Random Whatever list . . .

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I spent the last 4.00 pm to 3.00 am editing the sound for At the Mountains of Slumberland -- and that was just the dialogue editing. Didn't even get to do any music/effects tracking or mixing, as I'd hoped to have for this morning's rehearsal -- Slumberland from 10 am to 2 pm (we'll just work with the dialogue tracks - start getting the actors used to being "dubbed"). Then I have to spend 3 pm to 7 pm doing more sound work, trying to get the backing tracks for this evening's World Gone Wrong scenes ready for those rehearsals.


Everything will happen. But later than I'd like.


Berit, up all last night on the other shift, crashed when we got home from yesterday's morning rehearsal, got up in the evening, and took over on the computer from me around 3.30 am, when I got to bed. I woke up at 7.00 am, and she wanted my opinion on the card front:


NECROPOLIS Series card


I think that works. It'll look good BIG, too (we're doing a 8.5x5.5" card with this, as I think I mentioned). I've typed and laid out all the text for the back, and we know the images to go there (just need to FIND one of them . . .).


Okay, have to leave in 15 minutes. Need to make sure I'm not forgetting anything.
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Posts will continue to be slow around here, probably, as I scramble to get my four plays on three bills ready to open.


NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed opens Sat. Aug. 4 at 8.00 pm. The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz opens at 10.30 pm that same evening. NECROPOLIS 0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus & At the Mountains of Slumberland open the following Wednesday, the 8th, at 8.00 pm. Not a lot of time, and much to do. At least we're all cast and working, and the backing tracks for the NECROPOLIS plays are mostly recorded. Now I'm doing the sound editing/mixing, which, as always, is a slog. A fun one at times, but a slog.


I was up most of the night Wednesday (or rather, early Thursday) hacking out a rehearsal schedule for the four shows that would actually give us enough rehearsal time with each show before it opens, that would also actually work with the varied schedules of the 30-or-so actors involved. And I think I licked it. The actors seem to think so, at least. When I'm not on the computer doing the sound work, Berit is on designing prop pieces or putting together the postcards, which we need to send out soon to the printer. So there's been a few images batting about the desktop for research for the giant (8.5 x 5.5") card we're doing for the three NECROPOLIS shows:


for At the Mountains of Slumberland:
Little Nemo Wakes

for Kiss Me, Succubus:
Une Vierge Chez Les Morts Vivants

for World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed:
World Gone Wrong - Ned and Christina


But now I'll take a break from dialogue editing to check my blogs and listen to some music -- iPod now at 21,016 songs, 72.57 gigs, and here's what's random:


1. "In a Hurry" - Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra - Ubiquity Studio Sessions Vol.3—Strings & Things
2. "Young Savages" - Martin Denny - Ultra-Lounge 17: Bongoland
3. "Roadrunner (live)" - The Modern Lovers - Precise Modern Lovers Order: Live In Berkeley & Boston
4. "I Can't Get Next to You" - The Temptations - Hitsville U.S.A., The Motown Singles Collection 1959-1971
5. "Opportunities (Let's Make Lots Of Money)" - Pet Shop Boys - Please
6. "I Love You" - The Velvet Underground - Peel Slowly and See
7. "Cool" - Lou Busch & His Orchestra - Ultra-Lounge 4: Bachelor Pad Royale
8. "Mirage" - Tommy James & The Shondells - Bubblegum Classics Volume 3
9. "Fortune Teller" - The Throb - Before Birdmen Flew - Australian Beat, R&B & Punk: 1965-1967 Vol. 2
10. "The Fun We Had" - The Ragamuffins - Pebbles Volume 4 - Surf'n Tunes!


Okay, I can allow myself another half-hour for myself, then back to the shows . . .
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The Brick Theater, Inc. presents a Gemini CollisionWorks production of


NECROPOLIS #1&2:
World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed



written, designed and directed by Ian W. Hill


Saturday, August 4 and 11
Thursday, August 9 and 16
Friday, August 10 and 17
and Sunday, August 12 at 8.00 pm
matinee: Saturday, August 18 at 4.00 pm


The sheer size, scope and ambition of Ian W. Hill’s vision in World Gone Wrong dazzles and boggles. Who does this guy think he is . . ? . . . laugh-out-loud hilarious, the way the first episodes of Twin Peaks were . . . theatre that delights and challenges and jolts even as it prods and pokes at its audience . . . ultimately form and content collide and then reinforce one another, creating a theatrical experience as dense as it is unique.
-- from Martin Denton’s review of the 2005 production at nytheatre.com


Against the constantly changing backdrop of projected black-and-white stills, the cryptic mix of wisecracking wordplay, melodramatic excess and metaphysical world-weariness achieves a breathtaking effect, amplified by moments of recognition . . . stunning style and tour-de-force text . . .
– from Jessica Branch’s review of the 2005 production in Time Out New York



A world where the leaders lie, cheat, steal and murder. A world where Art and Science and Beauty and Reason are no longer valued. A world where survival means selling out, and trying to do the “right thing” means failure as a human being. A familiar place? Yes, of course, it is the fictional, 1940’s world of film noir, nothing like our own present world at all, right? Right? Or has noir come true, and we’re all living in a world gone wrong?

Combining a cast of 21 in precision choreography with slides and an entirely pre-recorded collage soundtrack, World Gone Wrong (as the long-titled show is known for short) is a celebration of the ability to stay true to, and fight for, one’s own convictions in a land where “moral values” is just a mask that hides greed, hatred, fear, backstabbing, and lies. World Gone Wrong is a film noir pastiche-play consisting of dialogue from over 150 noirs, as well as quotes from our current U.S. Administration and other pertinent sources, combined into an original spellbinding, semiabstract, dreamlike tale of corruption, betrayal, and revenge.

As with all productions in the NECROPOLIS series, this production is primarily made up of collaged text from the original source materials and is performed “dubbed,” with all dialogue, sound effects, and music prerecorded and played behind the actors, who enact it as a complex, choreographed movement piece.

The cast of World Gone Wrong includes Gyda Arber, Aaron Baker, Olivia Baseman, Danny Bowes, Jai Catalano, Rebecca Collins, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Ian W. Hill, Christiaan Koop, Mateo Moreno, Roger Nasser, Robert Pinnock, Iracel Rivero, Yvonne Roen, Jessica Savage, Alyssa Simon, Ken Simon, Adam Swiderski, Sammy Tunis, and Art Wallace. World Gone Wrong is an Equity-Approved Showcase.


Production and publicity photos from the 2005 production of World Gone Wrong – featuring the actors returning in this production – may be found at:


http://flickr.com/photos/geminicollisionworks/tags/wgwaugust2007/


105 minutes – no intermission

collisionwork: (Great Director)
Ah, the fun of deciding to come right off one of the biggest and most tiring projects you've ever done and overload yourself again immediately.


Gemini CollisionWorks (ie; me and Berit) pretty much have August to ourselves at The Brick, so, as mentioned before, I decided to take advantage of that by putting up a whole bunch of shows, namely NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed, NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland, and The Hobo Got Too High.

Yeah, smart.

I figured as they were all shows I'd done before, and not technical monsters for the most part, no problem. I was also somewhat relying on having more members of the original casts back, for some reason (I only had the vague statements from some people that, yeah, they'd like to do that show again sometime). So there's been more running around to recast than I anticipated. I asked all the original cast members for World Gone Wrong and Hobo, and the ones I still thought would be interested from the other two shows, and wound up with less than half the casts for the NECROPOLIS plays, and three out of four for Hobo.

(having one of the original actors from World Gone Wrong marrying one from Slumberland with many of the other actors from those shows attending the wedding, which is in the middle of our run, or even being in the wedding party I believe, has not helped casting or scheduling either)

So, we sent out a notice on some lists of Glory Bowen's and Edward Einhorn's (thank, guys), and we had auditions these last three days.


MASSIVE SIDELINE HERE: I hate doing auditions. I hate the process, I hate everything about it. So generally I find people I like from within what Scott Walters and others are accurately calling "the tribe" and work with them over and over -- some time soon, when I have a moment (HA!) I should talk about The Tribe process of theatre, which is pretty much the model I've been working in for 11 years now, and how it works (and doesn't). One thing I've realized in seeing the posts about this idea is that the most fruitful tribes I've been a part of, as member or as boss (or, what I think is a more accurate term for this position in a tribe, "catalyst"), have all been based around a physical space - a theatre, a group of theatres, or a neighborhood. When the tribe becomes a single theatre company, it tends to turn in on itself and not work as well -- inbreeding produces defects. My old tribe was the one based around the L.E.S. theatres in general and the NADA theatres specifically (1996-2000), and when those lands grew barren, I and others wandered in the wilderness, foraging, until members of the tribe I had once been the catalyst for found themselves at The Brick, let the rest of us know it was a good home, with many trees and sweet water, and gradually we've brought much of the old tribe back together there, and stronger. Still, auditions are necessary to keep the tribe going - but in doing them, talking to the actors as people not as auditioners, and seeing if their mindset and personality fits the tribe, is as important as how well they can do the part. If so, great, more of us makes us stronger. Anyway . . .


Berit and I were amazed that for the first time in either of our experiences with a somewhat "open call," we didn't have any clunkers. Not a one. Amazing. All good actresses - and I normally have stopped using "actress" as a word distinct from "actor," but there's a point to be made there: I've only seen women thus far, and I still need men. At least three. The ratio of women to men I got from my casting announcement was 30:1. As in only one man actually responded. He wasn't able to make his audition time due to an emergency, and I'm hoping to meet him this afternoon. I have one other man to meet besides that. And, actually, I need one more man on top of that. So, I'm scrambling. What else is new?

But the women are set. I had three women have to drop out of World Gone Wrong in the last few days due to schedule conflicts, but luckily had good people from the auditions to step right in. So, I've asked six women from the auditions to come in and fill seven roles in three of the plays, and asked one man I know if he'd do another two parts. Three of the women, Jody, Olivia, and Sammy, have signed on. Three haven't yet responded. The guy is still thinking about it. I need at least another three men on top of that, and have only two to see. {sigh} Great. I'll make it work.

I haven't emailed the other women I saw to tell them "Sorry, no part for you" yet, as I may need them if one of the people I've asked says no. However, from their emails, I know that some of them have been looking at this blog . . . well, if that's you, you were great, but I asked someone else first, and if they say no, you're in.

(I can't stand saying no to actors who were perfectly good for a part, but someone else was just slightly more perfectly good than them -- oh, it drives me nuts!)


And hip hooray, one more actor, Amy, has just emailed after I typed all the above and accepted the hard-to-cast role of Little Nemo in Slumberland! Well, that makes my day, somewhat.


Amy wants to have a character meeting this afternoon, so I'll try and work that out. When working on this tight a schedule, with pretty much no rehearsals where you can actually get the whole cast together in one place at one time, and very few rehearsals in any case, it's a hugely good idea to have as many individual meetings with the performers where you mostly sit and go over the script line-by-line, moment-by-moment, in great detail.

Yesterday, I spent four hours at The Brick doing this with Jessica Savage, who, like me, is crazy enough to be acting in three of the plays. We talked a lot about Succubus, blocked her scenes in WGW and worked them each a little bit, and then worked her scenes for Hobo in more detail (we blocked that whole show on Saturday with the entire cast, thankfully). Good hard detailed work. And, to my great relief, she was cool about and calmed my anxieties regarding one of the most uncomfortable parts that sometimes comes up as actor-producer-director: saying to an actress you don't know all that well, "Okay, here's the part where we're making out, and later we'll do the part where we're pretending to have sex." Yeah, never comfortable. Having my fiancee in the room taking down blocking may decrease the discomfort however.

Then last night we sat around at Alyssa Simon's talking with her about the world of Succubus and the character of Lucille in WGW. And that was work, and worthwhile.

Today, maybe meet with Amy, definitely meet with Aaron, maybe audition another guy. Tonight, try and pin down the people I've asked who haven't answered. Next two days, get the publicity and AEA materials out, set up character meetings with the other new people and then have them, and find the last cast members.


And in the midst of this, I have to pull together and rehearse the two Suzan Lori-Parks 365 Days/Plays pieces I have going up on Saturday and Sunday. Okay. Better go do that now . . .


So, for those interested (those of The Tribe that read this), here are the casts as they stand for the four plays:


NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed (after film noir) by Ian W. Hill

Ian W. Hill -- BILL, the Fall Guy, a Private Eye
Art Wallace -- CHARLIE, a Traveling Salesman
Gyda Arber -- DOLORES, the Good Girl, Bill's better half
pending -- RACHEL, a Gal Friday, Bill's secretary
Jessica Savage -- AURORA, a Rich Spoiled Nympho
Stacia French -- CHRISTINA, a Femme Fatale
Danny Bowes -- DOMINICK, a Beatnik Bartender
Olivia Baseman -- IDA, a Blowzy Waitress
Aaron Baker -- STEVE, the Long Arm of the Law
uncast -- ARTHUR, a Doomed Man Who Knows Too Much
Yvonne Roen -- KITTY, a Harpy
Iracel Rivero -- THERESA, a Newspaper Reporter
Alyssa Simon -- LUCILLE, a Faded Spitfire, the entertainer
Christiaan Koop -- INGRID, a Magazine Editor, in charge of information
pending -- WILBUR, a Gunsel
Bryan Enk -- JOHNNY, a Flunky
Roger Nasser -- TINY, a Goon
uncast -- LOUIS, a Torpedo
Sammy Tunis -- BRIDGET, a Moll, an angel in the wreckage
Ken Simon -- THOMAS, the Businessman, a gangster
Adam Swiderski -- NED, the Avenger, Bill's partner and dream-doppelganger, another Private Eye


NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus (after Jess Franco, Radley Metzger, et al.)/At the Mountains of Slumberland (after Winsor McCay and H.P. Lovecraft) by Ian W. Hill

Ian W. Hill -- THE DECADENT GENTLEMAN
Alyssa Simon -- HIS WIFE
Jody Christopherson -- HIS MISTRESS
uncast -- HIS GUEST
Stacia French -- THE COUNTESS (THE SUCCUBUS)
uncast -- HER MANSERVANT
Jessica Savage -- HER PROTEGE (THE VENUS IN FURS)
uncast -- THE INCUBUS


Amy Liszka -- LITTLE NEMO
Peter Bean -- RANDOLPH CARTER
Art Wallace -- CMDR. ALFIE BESTER OF THE FLYING SQUAD and CHORUS
Bryan Enk -- CAPT. NEMO and CHORUS
pending -- PICKMAN and CHORUS
Sammy Tunis -- CHORUS
Gyda Arber -- CHORUS
pending -- CHORUS


The Hobo Got Too High by Marc Spitz


Ian W. Hill -- BUG BLOWMONKEY, a troubled young man
Jessica Savage -- SHELLY, a ghost, and NEW-SHELLY (aka MARTHA), a ray of hope
Rasheed Hinds -- MARVIN GAYE, Marvin Gaye
Roger Nasser -- EVERYONE ELSE, many unpleasant people


With any luck, more soon . . .

collisionwork: (Great Director)
Day and night, night and day, work on the four plays we have going up on three bills at The Brick in August -- we being Gemini CollisionWorks, that is, me (most of the Art-stuff, some Craft-stuff) and Berit (most of the Craft-stuff, some Art-stuff). Each show will get 10 performances, I think (I'm still working out the schedule -- as actor conflicts come in I keep having to move things around like crazy).


First up will be, from August 3 to 26, in various time slots but mostly Fridays and Saturdays at 10.30 pm (it's a good late-night show) with a few 8 pm slots and 4 pm matinees, The Hobo Got Too High, which is a 50-minute (or so) play by Marc Spitz about a cokehead, Bug Blowmonkey, as he tries to clean up and get his life back together, aided (well . . . kind of . . .) by his spirit guide, Marvin Gaye, and hindered by fantasies of his former girlfriend who cleaned up and got away, Shelley -- while "New Shelley" (aka Martha), a new woman in Bug's life, might be able to better save him from himself, if he'll let her.

I did this first back at Nada Classic in 2000, but not a lot of people knew about it or saw it, and Marc would like to fix that, as would I. I'm also playing Bug again, along with original cast members Rasheed Hinds (as Marvin Gaye) and Roger Nasser (as a lot of jerks in the lives of Bug and Martha). Jessica Savage will be joining the group as Shelley/Martha, it seems -- she still hasn't read the script, as my only electronic draft is on an old, dead hard drive, so Berit's transcribing it from the one hard copy we have. Hopefully it won't appal Jessica or something when she reads it . . .

I used to classify the plays I did as director in four categories: Spiritual, Political, Sociological, and Farce. I don't see these categories as so discrete for me now, but the first three were generally the "personal" work and the Farces were always "those plays that I'm doing because I think the script is INCREDIBLY FUNNY and I have the feeling if I don't do it someone else will and massively screw it up." This category included Jeff Goode's Larry and the Werewolf, Todd Miller's Das Presley, Richard Foreman's Harry in Love: A Manic Vaudeville, and, especially, this play, which is a funny, touching crowd-pleaser in a way I don't often do. Fuck it, I love it. Everyone does.


Shortly after, August 4, we open the restaging of NECROPOLIS #1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed (usually just known as World Gone Wrong for short), which runs until August 19 - maybe the 23rd if I have to move things around a bit. This film noir pastiche-collage-nightmare originally played at The Brick in 2005 and was particularly popular, though plenty of people seem to have heard about it and not seen it, and still want to. So, good reason to bring it back. Martin Denton's original review of it is on THIS PAGE (you have to scroll down) if you don't know about this show and want to know more. It's about an hour and three-quarters with no intermission, playing mostly at 8.00 pm but with a couple of matinees.

Returning from the original cast of 21: myself, Gyda Arber, Bryan Enk, Stacia French, Christiaan Koop, Roger Nasser, Yvonne Roen, Ken Simon, Adam Swiderski, and possibly Maggie Cino (if she can work it around her Fringe show). Joining us this time: Aaron Baker, Jessica Savage, Alyssa Simon, Art Wallace, and maybe Hope Cartelli (again, Fringe show conflicts). This leaves six to eight parts to cast. I have emails out. I hope they all come through.


Then, August 8 to 26, we add in the double bill of NECROPOLIS #0&3: Kiss Me, Succubus/At the Mountains of Slumberland, originally done, respectively, in 2000 at Nada Classic and 2001 at Access Theatre.


Kiss Me, Succubus is the first of a series of collage-plays from other art forms that I've been doing for a few years, which have wound up being called the NECROPOLIS series (KM,S was created before the idea of the "series" came up, so it's retroactively #0). These plays are sometimes referred to as "dubbed stage dream-elegies for dead or dying Art Forms of the 20th Century," that is, all the dialogue, music, and sound effects are recorded and put together in advance and the onstage performers all mouth or mime to the backing track -- KM,S is meant to look like a European movie from around 1969, so I like the lip-sync on this one to not be too accurate, as if the actors are "actually" speaking Italian or Spanish and being dubbed into English (and not well).

This play is based on the arty softcore/horror films made by people like Jess Franco and Radley Metzger in the 60s and 70s -- filmmakers who seem to have wanted to make "art" movies but wound up making exploitation films, but as long as they had enough blood and nudity in the films, they were allowed to be as arty and pretentious as they wanted to (or, perhaps, they saw in the exploitation movie form the freedom to experiment and be subversive).

KM,S follows a group of decadent, rich people (two men, two women) who, bored with sitting around their chateau and watching bad porn movies, venture into the world, only to meet at a party the "actors" from the film they were just watching. They bring the apparent porn actors back home (also two men, two women), intending to perhaps embarrass them with what they know (or maybe seduce them, or both). The guests aren't what they seem, however, but are some kind of evil demonic spirits out to seduce and murder their hosts. Lots of sex, violence, portentous and pretentious dialogue, and lurid colors in about 45 to 50 minutes.

Returning from the original cast of 8: myself and Stacia French. Also confirmed as in: Alyssa Simon and Jessica Savage (again, though, without having read the script, which was on the same dead computer as Hobo and which I am transcribing from the one hard copy we have). Still need another woman and three men - I think I should be able to get the woman from one of the recast parts of WGW, but none of the men seem quite right. Still looking.


At the Mountains of Slumberland combines the fictional universes of Winsor McCay and H.P. Lovecraft, as Little Nemo goes to sleep and falls not into the dream-world of Slumberland that he usually goes to in his adventures, but instead into the Lovecraftian domain of Cthulhu and The Elder Gods, and is led by Randolph Carter and associates (including autogyro pilot Commander Alfie Bester of The Flying Squad and His Pale, Dry Death Machine) on an adventure that, I now realize, was rather League of Extraordinary Gentlemen-esque before I was aware that that comic book even existed (from what I can tell, it had started in 1999).

Returning from the original cast of 8: Peter Bean (aka Peter Brown) as Carter and Art Wallace as Bester. Joining the cast: Gyda Arber, Bryan Enk, Yvonne Roen, and maybe Hope Cartelli (again, possible Fringe show conflicts). So two or three left to cast, including the difficult role of Little Nemo (played, wonderfully, by Paula Ehrenberg in the original - maybe someone knows how to get ahold of her . . ?). Also 45-50 minutes long. So a nice double bill with KM,S, with an intermission. Plays at 8 pm mostly with a couple of 4 pm matinees. Again, there is no electronic copy of the script, and even worse, no hard copies apparently extant, so I'm transcribing the damned thing from off the video of the 2001 production. Big fun.


And this is why, after this long post, and another to come shortly, I'll not be around much this week, as I'm desperately trying to finalize the casts and schedule the shows before the weekend, so that I might be able to record the dialogue tracks for the NECROPOLIS shows this Saturday and Sunday and have them ready to go for rehearsal ASAP.

Thankfully, I love theatre, or I'd just start screaming and screaming and never stop . . .

collisionwork: (teeth)
Re: Scooter Libby.


I am as angry, boiling, furiously angry as almost everyone else I have seen writing about it online, so I didn't see the need to add to the screams of outrage. Berit is able to just shrug and grimace and say, "What, did you expect it to be any different?" Yes, dammit, I did this time. I did.


I was, however, bitterly amused by the headline on Tony Hendra's piece at The Huffington Post enough to want to share it with you: "War Criminal Commutes Sentence of Convicted Perjurer at Behest of Traitor." Ha. Ha. Ha fucking ha.


I had been worried that enough had changed since 2005 when I first did World Gone Wrong that this show, which I'm bringing back in August, a film noir nightmare metaphor for the current Administration (for only noir can do justice dramatically to the world of lies, deceit, violence, and betrayal for a buck and for power that we live in), was now dated, with this Administration seeming to slowly ooze off into the sunset, leaving everyone else behind to waste valuable time and effort mopping up their slime.


No. Nothing has changed. Fucking traitors.

collisionwork: (flag)
Didn't see the Stolen Chair show last night -- too tired, and they told me it's coming back soon anyway. Good. Came home. Collapsed. Up and down from bed all night for a couple hours each time each way. Up at 7 this morning for good.

I remembered a few things I'd seen elsewhere that I wanted to share here, for those who don't read the same blogs as I.

1. [livejournal.com profile] lucaskrech posted this before I saw it anywhere else, though it's making the rounds now. It made me very happy, as someone who is (unreasonably?) angry at the attention given to Ms. Hilton -- I honest-to-god don't understand a bit of it. So, oh, did I enjoy this moment of apparent honesty in the middle of the horror that broadcast news has become:



2. Sheila Callaghan posted this video over at her blog, from Feist, which really knocked me out:



And, yes, I know the "gimmick" of the piece has been somewhat done before, but never I think so well (someone give that camera operator a bonus, man!), especially in coordination of light, frame, and movement. I haven't spotted Peaches in there yet, but apparently she makes an appearance in all of Feist's videos (they were once roommates, and Feist sings on some of Peaches' songs).

3. [livejournal.com profile] toddalcott is doing a great, detailed examination of the work of Paul McCartney at his blog, which has been enlightening for those of us with a severe love/hate relationship with the man's works (Alcott has previously done this, and as well, with the complete run, in order, of Elvis movies and Bond movies, if you want to go back and look -- it's worth it).

4. [livejournal.com profile] rezendi publishes an extract from the new memoir by Motley Crue under the heading, "The Wisdom of Tommy Lee," which actually is a pithy, accurate, and sad metaphor for the machinations of the music industry (and, [livejournal.com profile] rezendi points out, any "industry" where that word is placed after the name of an art form).

5. I've also felt the need to watch the video for Jamie T.'s "Sheila," starring Bob Hoskins, twice this morning. I've embedded it before, but if you didn't see it then, it's HERE. Tears me apart, that one. I have a thing for lip-syncing as an art/craft technique anyway.

6. Which reminds me, The NECROPOLIS Series (#0-3) is coming full-steam in August, featuring the noir duet NECROPOLIS 1&2: World Gone Wrong/Worth Gun Willed. Saw this image today posted by Tom Sutpen on his site, If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There'd be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats, and had to grab it, save it, and repost it as research material -- from Edgar G. Ulmer's Detour, 1945:

from Edgar G. Ulmer's DETOUR

And I've been going through the old shots of World Gone Wrong from 2005 to pick out the ones I can use as pre-publicity this time around - only about half of the original cast of 21 is returning, so I can't use all of the shots, but here are some I haven't posted before (I think) featuring myself and other returning cast members Ken Simon, Stacia French, Adam Swiderski, Gyda Arber, and Bryan Enk:

World Gone Wrong - Scene 16
Bill Mist, private eye and walking dead man, finds no satisfaction in confronting gangster Tommy Arnold, the man responsible, in part, for his imminent death.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 17
Nor does he in his final meeting with femme fatale Christina White.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 22
Ned Daley, Mist's dream-doppelganger and partner and avenger of his death, gets no help from abused good soul Dolores Everly, Bill's girlfriend.

World Gone Wrong - Scene 31
Like Bill before him, Ned is taken for a ride by creepy flunky Johnny.

World Gone Wrong - Ned and Christina
And the poster/postcard shot of our two attractive leads in a scene NOTHING like ANYTHING that actually happens in the show, of course.

Okay, maybe back to bed for a bit. I had today off, but wound up agreeing (before I knew how tired I'd be) to go out for drinks today with my old rock-and-roll pal Mr. Johnny Dresden, who came and saw Ian W. Hill's Hamlet twice (and PAID!) under his non-rock name Sean Rockoff. I don't see him enough, so tired or not, I should get my ass out of the house and do something (though I asked him to meet me near The Brick for no good reason, really . . . am I a little too attached to the place right now?).

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