Saturday night, I went with Greg to see The Princess Bride. This particular production was by the Satanic Mechanics, a theater group on campus. (I’m glad BlogSpot doesn’t have Google text ads anymore; I can only imagine what that might have prompted.) It was fabulous. The Satanic mechanics do shadowcasting, which means they perform on the stage at the Hoff Theater, acting out the scenes of the movie in full costume as the movie plays in the background. They don’t speak, but they mouth the lines as they go along. They usually do The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which, for anyone who doesn’t know, is an interactive movie. You can sing along, yell things at the screen, throw things, whatever.
We didn’t throw things for The Princess Bride, but there was lots of yelling. “Inconceivable!” “Aaaaaaaaas… yoooooooou… wiiiiiiiiiiiiish!” “Liar! Liar!” Some guy to my right was very creative with it: “Everybody now!” And everyone said, “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” Then we clapped. Yay for us. When Buttercup and Westley went toward the fire swamp, “The swamp, the swamp, the swamp is on fire!” When Inigo did the “you killed my father” bit, someone replied, “No. I am your father.” It was great. Most of the time, I watched the actors instead of the screen. If I knew any of the other movies they perform, I’d definitely go. It’s just not the sort of thing you do if you haven’t seen the movie at least once already. All the yelling and laughing and random comments (Buttercup: “He had eyes like the sea….” Audience Guy:”Kinda like yours.”) I had a great time, even though the show was at midnight, so I didn’t get to bed until 3 AM. Slept til 11-ish Sunday morning, though, so I was okay.
From Sarah, one of my group leaders at MLW: A great piece on how Bush flip-flops, too.