Frankenstein accidentally my soul.

[gemsybobsy]

Oh, there's nothing like wondering around the South Bank and foyer of the National Theatre, darlings, with your best bossmew talking about walls of vaginas, the 'c' word, the current OMG!RACEST shenanigans going down at Midsomer Murders and how much we love "her off of My Family" and 'that bloke, you know. Ian. Ian McGandalf. And that James McAfee.' And talking in bad South London accents, laaahke, and giggling like schoolgirls about we 'liked that fackin’ Johnny Lee Miller back when he was fit' and about our barely-contained (or disguised) excitement at the prospect of being Cumberbatched IRL from only this far away.

'We need a computer game based on acting. Shakespeare Hero.'
'Shakespeare... Idol.'
'Pinter Idol.'
'Haha. What would they do, stand on stage and be like, *awkward silence*...?'
*winning loltears*
'I love the fact that everybody here is probably thinking we're terribly loud and uncouth and lowbrow, not even knowing that we've just made a Pinter joke.'

We had AMAZING seats. So close. Oh, Benedict. Oh. As you probably know, my fangull status was already well-implemented with all the grammar Nazi-ing, hilarious attempts at stocking the fridge and cautiousness around shoes, and then I fell in love when I realised he was a ginger. But now? I am besotted. He blew my mind. He is… just... I want to go again, and I don't even know if I liked the play.

Okay, the first moments, when the Creature is being born... osnap. He crawls and flops around the stage, twitching, making the most awful sounds of pain and confusion. I just wanted to stand up and shout to make him stop. It was agonising to watch. I have no nails left. It was so, so uncomfortable, and I wanted to go down there and wrap him up in a blanket. Awww. Just when I started to get really upset, the Creature finally stood up and did a fantastic bum wiggle that made us all laugh. The humour element was definitely needed. From there on there are many funny bits and more sad bits; I choked up so much when the Creature discovered snow and again when he gets cast out of the DeLaceys' house, 'You promised!' And when the Creature tries to rouse Frankenstein (Johnny Lee Miller NEEDS to win an Olivier for Worst Wig Evar, although he was very good at that acting stuff) at the end... 'You can't leave me.' It's heartbreaking. So... the whole thing was quite uncomfortable. I wish it was just for the horror of the Creature's suffering (and his actions later in the story) but as well, the comments I've read in some reviews - that some moments veer on student drama territory - definitely rang true, disappointingly. Felix and Agatha were rubbish. Frankenstein Sr might as well have just lol'd and said, 'O NOES O SHIT SON, HE IS DEAD' for the emotion he portrayed when he found the body of his younger son. But still, I was moved. It's made me want to write stuff in here again. I was so moved that I didn't want to leave afterwards and face real life, I didn't sleep a wink last night and when I woke up and looked out of the window at the traffic and the people of the city this morning the first thing I thought was, 'You wankers.'

Then we loitered outside the stage door, being uncouth of course (I wondered aloud if Ben would let me touch his hair, but we decided that asking him that question wouldn't just be uncouth - it would be slightly rapey) and the other people waiting were laughing as we narrated the TV we could see through the doors. A lady came down and said that Ben wasn't coming out to play, because he was having a party. Promptly, over half the group disappeared. Cumberbitches gotta eat chocolate biscuits. So, the remaining six of us waited to see if Johnny or anyone else came down, but it must've been a good party. Boo. Kyra: 'So he can't be arsed to see us because he's getting pissed? What a twat. He can fack off if he thinks I'm buying the next Sherlock DVD. I'm just gonna give Mark Gatiss a fiver.'

Then we lol'd our way to Waterloo and I gave a homeless dude half of my chocolate bar and ate some salt & vinegar Squares on the train the end omg. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYRA AND FANKS FOR A FACKIN' AWESOME DAY!

Comments

[bossmew.livejournal.com]

I return the fanks

Iron Nan said the cakes were amazing
And despite having two McD's (ololol) I managed to lose 1/2 lb

Oh and people are complimenting me on the cat hat
:awesomeface:

[thebarkside.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. NICELY DONE! I'm glad you and Iron Nan liked the AWESOMECAEKZ. It is a great cat hat :D I have to put the pics up actually, ahaha. <3

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

The Pinter joke? I die. Seriously, wiping coffee off my laptop screen as I type.

[thebarkside.livejournal.com]

Hahaaa. :D We giggled all over the place. So silly we are!

[meathiel]

I wanted to see that ... I doubt it's still running at the end of May, though ... boohoo! :-(

[thebarkside.livejournal.com]

Oh, no I think it finishes half way through April. :( But it's on in cinemas all over the world tomorrow night and next Thursday! Check out the National Theatre Live website. ;) x

[rhymeswithbooze.livejournal.com]

The amount of sheer winning in this post simply blows my mind. The thought of the two of you in your full bantering glory brings loltears to my eyes.

Which reminds me, I was driving to work today and for some reason LOLREARS popped into my head. I almost drove off the road from laughing.

[thebarkside.livejournal.com]

Heeheehee! We need to go to the theatre again bb. James MacAwotsit. <3
My account, she is in LOLREARS!