AT THE SHORE, CORPUS CHRISTI
2010; Wiley; Volume: 98; Issue: 3 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/tyr.2010.0094
ISSN1467-9736
Autores Tópico(s)Theater, Performance, and Music History
Resumo1 0 1 R A T T H E S H O R E , C O R P U S C H R I S T I S C O T T H I G H T O W E R Oleander blossoms hold their corals and fuchsias. Roses and oranges spill across the western sky. You, considering the matinee, lean into me and – in a playful voice – murmur into my ear, that they should have cast Danny Kaye as Antonius. For years they resisted theater here; questionable of virtue. I guess in these times, there’s something less invasive about cinemas. The one today was nowhere near as grand as Ziegfeld’s in Manhattan, where we watched the New York premiere of this restored version. ‘‘A veritable cinematographic abundance in the land.’’ ‘‘I thought you said they once had acoustically perfect, even opulent opera houses scattered throughout the state.’’ You pause. I nod. ‘‘Getting hungry?’’ 1 0 2 Y (I’ve come to understand your reflexive hunger in the question.) ‘‘Chicken-fried steak, gravy, okra, hush puppies?’’ ‘‘How about oysters, toast tips swimming in olive oil and garlic butter? If you get my drift. . . . . . . I do. You grin, roll your eyes, and deadpan. ‘‘Sí, tengo hambre. Cariño, my appetite, too, includes both oysters and snails.’’ Next, we await the restored ‘‘Alexander’’ before the pared down version even goes into initial release. We accept ‘‘sworn virgins’’ and ‘‘white marriages’’ and wonder why others, who do not even have a dog in the fight, are so certain that the centurion in Capernaum could not have loved or been loved by his slave. ...
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