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Richard III {play review}

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Two nights ago, I went to see Richard III at the Vertigo Theater with my Shakespeare class. It was the opening night of the play and a new take on the classic story for many; however, it was my very first time ever going to see a play. I might have been biased due to this fact, but I was absolutely enchanted by my experience.

The acting was phenomenal. From gut-wrenching sobbing to the dramatic dream scene, I was kept on the edge of my seat. I was particularly impressed with the actor who played Richard, the villain. As Richard is a cripple, the actor kept his leg slightly off the ground and twisted a little – he never let go of this hobbling position. Even with eerie villainous laughs, Richard still managed to keep the audience enchanted by him, swayed by his own humorous words – which is just exactly how Shakespeare meant Richard to be. The actor did such an amazing job, in fact, that I would definitely go to see a play just to see him perform again. Lady Margaret was also amazing – so much so that she seemed even better on the stage than she did on paper (but the, the stage is where she belongs, isn’t it?)

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The Man Who Spoke

Due to the fact that I hardly ever blog on here (since I feel like I have to have long, intellectual posts in order to make blogging worthwhile), I decided that I’m going to try something new – short, little posts about my day, what I’m reading, etc.

So, without, further ado, here is my little happy moment of the day. [originally posted here – with grammatical mistakes and all]

 

This morning on the train on the way to school, there was an older man with a cast. Despite his injured leg, he moved from bench to bench, talking to people about how he was trying to quit smoking, how he was going to the doctor’s, about Calgary in general, etc. I was slightly annoyed, but more amused.

I was immersed – or trying to be – in reading short stories by Edgar Allan Poe. I hope the man wouldn’t try to come and bother me after all the other people left the train (I get off at one of the last stops, and it often happens that I am the only one left in the car). He didn’t try to initiate conversation, however, and I felt almost…. disappointed?

As he got ready to leave the train a few stops before me, I looked up and gave him a smile. He smiled back.

“That must be a good book you’re reading,” he said. “You were so into it. Have a good day.”

Just thinking about it now makes me smile.