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revdorothyl at 11:30am on 01/01/2005 under movie reviews
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In spite of learning yesterday from the guy who's fixing my car in Kentucky that it will be another week, at least, before that car is ready to drive (meaning that I'll have to drive another car back to Nashville early this next week, and two other drivers from my family in Wisconsin will have to make a special trip later to pick up that vehicle), I spent an enjoyable and safe New Year's Eve, and I hope the same was true for all of you. ( Read more... )
First, we watched the library DVD of a performance of "The Taming of the Shrew" that I remember watching when it premiered on Public Television back in 1976.
Sister didn't remember watching it back then, but I remember being so "inspired" by the incredibly physical and sexy performance of the young actor playing Petruchio, that I'd made a point of looking for his name in the end credits and had tried to commit the name "Marc Singer" to memory, so that I could look for him in other things someday.
I'd nearly forgotten his name (though not his performance, which if I hadn't already gone through puberty some years prior to that would certainly have jump-started it for me!) by the time I finally did see him perform again, in the title role of The Beastmaster in 1982 (I managed to shock many of my male friends in seminary a few years later by keeping a large poster of Marc Singer in his Beastmaster loincloth displayed in my dorm room -- strangely enough, it never seemed to offend any of my female classmates!).
From there on, I pretty much tried to watch anything that had him in it.
Anyway, if you've never seen this San Francisco theater company production of "The Taming of the Shrew" in the broadest commedia del arte / slapstick style, then do by all means look for the DVD of that performance in your public library system or video rental stores (or you can buy it for a VERY reasonable price from a dealer on Amazon.com).
As Petruchio, I think Marc Singer's anatomy was even more openly displayed than it was in his Beastmaster loincloth, and that's saying a lot. Plus, there was some decent acting involved, also! ( Read more... )
All in all, it was a very merry "Beefcake" New Year's Eve, for a couple of single gals of a certain age to enjoy.
First, we watched the library DVD of a performance of "The Taming of the Shrew" that I remember watching when it premiered on Public Television back in 1976.
Sister didn't remember watching it back then, but I remember being so "inspired" by the incredibly physical and sexy performance of the young actor playing Petruchio, that I'd made a point of looking for his name in the end credits and had tried to commit the name "Marc Singer" to memory, so that I could look for him in other things someday.
I'd nearly forgotten his name (though not his performance, which if I hadn't already gone through puberty some years prior to that would certainly have jump-started it for me!) by the time I finally did see him perform again, in the title role of The Beastmaster in 1982 (I managed to shock many of my male friends in seminary a few years later by keeping a large poster of Marc Singer in his Beastmaster loincloth displayed in my dorm room -- strangely enough, it never seemed to offend any of my female classmates!).
From there on, I pretty much tried to watch anything that had him in it.
Anyway, if you've never seen this San Francisco theater company production of "The Taming of the Shrew" in the broadest commedia del arte / slapstick style, then do by all means look for the DVD of that performance in your public library system or video rental stores (or you can buy it for a VERY reasonable price from a dealer on Amazon.com).
As Petruchio, I think Marc Singer's anatomy was even more openly displayed than it was in his Beastmaster loincloth, and that's saying a lot. Plus, there was some decent acting involved, also! ( Read more... )
All in all, it was a very merry "Beefcake" New Year's Eve, for a couple of single gals of a certain age to enjoy.
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