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This week I have watched/read/learnt about/thought about three very different entities of entertainment: A book, A musical and a play/movie, I'll tell you what they were in a second, but it's been a very odd week, considering, and I just felt like musing. So.
1. Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Play/Movie.
I'm not sure if the content of the play is suitible for Hatrack, so here's a link to tell those who don't know (I presume some or many of you do) or are interested what it's about. It is an amazing film; I encourage you to see it.
In most places it's funny, but much of the time there's an underlying heart-wrenching sadness that really got me. It's about being divided in two, primarily:
"Hedwig is like that wall standing before you in the divide between east and west Slavery and Freedom, Man and Woman Top and Bottom..."
And I'm watching this, which I have nothing in common with (read the synopsis if you want to know why) and suddenly there are tears in my eyes.
2. Harry Potter, Book.
You all know Harry Potter, and I do too, but I suddenly wanted to read it again, and so at the beginning of this week I'm posting on the Lexicon my ideas and theories and delving into the souls of the characters and the places and things.
(They're books about home)
And for the first time, I realise why these books are so powerful to adults as well as children, because all of a sudden all the pain of the adults is suddenly visible to me. It had just never occured to me, truly and clearly and empathetically what Molly Weasly, Remus Lupin, and Dumbledore exist through, daily.
We usually only see through the children's eyes and only until just now did I suddenly realise how totally brave JK Rowling's characters are.
And then I realised that Lily Potter, Harry Potter's mother, lived only ten years in the Wizarding World before being murdered. It was just stunning (I identify hugely with Lily Potter).
So I'm sitting, reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and again, I'm in tears.
3. Godspell. Musical.
This is a "god-musical". It tells the story of Christ in quirky songs and dialogue. The first half is largely parables, that I can't really identify with, but the second half quickly devolves into the crucifixion of Jesus.
I went and saw my friend in the musical. She was in the chorus, and tends to be very unconfident and shaky in her belief in herself, so she hadn't told me how small this show actually was and how much of an achievement it was for her to be in the show, so I've feeling very proud seeing her up on the stage.
And all of a sudden she's got this dance solo, and she's all over the stage with a ribbon. Absolutely stunning, totally in her element, so I grin widely (I'm all alone in my row) and then, you know how it is, I'm crying again!
I pull myself out of the world and the tears are gone. I'm good at this.
And then the crucifixion comes, and you know I'm not religious but I still love the story, but for the fourth time, there are tears in my eyes.
From Hedwig to Harry to My Friend to Jesus, perhaps the two furthest ends of the spectrum! Perhaps I'm just shaky this week, though goodness knows why, nothing has happened, and I'm perfectly happy (I'm not just saying that, I totally am ).
All in all, it's been a strange, strange week of strange, strange entertainment that has, for some random reason, found me, wherever I am.
'Cause I don't know where I am, really.
Anyway, don't know why I wrote this, because there's not really any musings, just stuff about stuff. I'm not fishing for sympathy or anything, so don't think I am; there's nothing to be sympathetic about.
It's just been an odd week's entertainment, coming at me from unexpected places.
Has anyone else had an odd week?
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I'm reading Goblet of Fire again. Harry's bravery is incredible. Once, I got all weepy because of- Elfquest. The way Wendy Pini draws those elves, their excellent expressions, the sort of emotion she puts into them. Chilling. Weeks ago I cried over Lost Boys in two spots, the part when the father was looking at his sleeping kids and thinking that even if he lost them, it would still be worth it because he got to know them. Even now that makes me get slightly misty and I cried at the end, which I didnt' do the first time I read it. I am becoming emotional in my old age.
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