feeling smug

as part of the we-live-in-a-kick-arse-community stage we’re in, piero and i decided to brave our local theatre, darlinghurst theatre, for a double showing.  

the first show was gorgeous bastard! – three gay blokes attend the heterosexual wedding of their ex. while there was some witty dialogue, all up it was a bit disappointing as it wasn't cast well and the script wasn’t particularly adventurous (is anyone really surprised that gay guys marry women when homophobia is still rife in society) or insightful (money, kids and making the jump to the other side were all possible reasons given for the wedding). the most interesting plot theme - one of the blokes was the brother of the wife - was brushed over but if i was at a wedding and a guy told me he’d shagged his sister’s husband-to-be, i think that would be the focus of my play rather than a gay guy playing straight.

fortunately, the second show - jane austen’s guide to pornography -  was much better. jane austen and a modern author help each other out - jane helps him add real romance to his novels while he helps her add sex. the due-worldly-element was reminiscent of the hours and hearing romance-obsessed-jane describe sex and the sex-obsessed-author describe romance was entertaining. add some drag, ridiculous piss-take-18^th-century -dancing and a pertinent point about whether you can have romance without sacrifice, the second play was much more to my liking.

and the best bit: feeling smug that we’ve supported local theatre on our short walk home.