“A lacklustre orgy suffers from all of the same problems as boring theatre. People go through the motions, they do what’s expected, they make the sounds they’re supposed to make, but it’s really not as surprising or exhilarating as you hope or imagine it will be. I mean, there are so many people in the room! How can we not be making something great happen here? Obviously sex is not the problem, just like theatre is not the problem. We’ve got all the ingredients to make something really dynamite, but we’re just not getting it right. Most of us are left on the sidelines watching, trying to get off, getting bored, giving up and going home ungratified… Like a bad sex partner, boring theatre doesn’t feel present. The actors do not feel truly in the same room as you. You are not affecting the action and the action is not affecting you. The actors might as well be onscreen, and you might as well be watching porn.”
–Jordan Tannahill, “Theatre Of The Unimpressed”
Chocolate Factory is
under new management; Spoiled kids
Here’s an illustration I did for De’Lunula’s scathing film review of “Coming Through The Rye”. In one picture I got to depict my love of Kanye, my hate* of Salinger, and throw in a dead Beatle to boot.
*Ok, hate is overdoing it- I don’t hate Salinger. I really, really, really think “Catcher In The Rye” is insanely overrated (but I did enjoy “Franny and Zooey”).