Wednesday, February 09, 2005
With Macarthur and Radames-from-Rome
I dreamed that this soldier from ancient Rome, who actually looked a lot like Radames from Aida, and a Native American princess, who looked like Pocahontas, fell in love. Except the princess was already engaged to someone from her tribe named Macarthur. Authentic Native American name there. So Radames-from-Rome (henceforth referred to as RFR) cut off Macarthur's foot... real nice guy... and then he sent him to this painting class in Rome three times a week. Macarthur was, for some reason, eternally grateful to RFR, proclaiming, "I get to leave the village three times a week? OKAY!"
So RFR and the princess have their li'l secret rendezvous with Macarthur none the wiser. So scrupulous. And this really does sound Aida-esque. One day RFR goes to the painting class to see how Macarthur is doing, but Macarthur's not there. In fact, no one's there. There are desks all over the room, but the only person there is an English scrub lady who informs him that Macarthur knows all about them and has gone off to kill RFR.
RFR races back to the village, and then we cut to Macarthur arriving there, needless to say a little slow since he only has one foot. He arrives and sees the Indian chief, who informs him that he has already sold the princess to RFR. Macarthur watches sadly as RFR and the princess ride off in a Colonial covered wagon (what historical place and time IS this story in anyway?!)
Suddenly, the princess LEAPS out of the wagon and starts barreling back toward the Indian chief in slow mo, yelling, "Daaaaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyyyyy!" and the Indian chief runs toward her in slow motion and it's all very weird and cheesy reuniting after being apart a whole three seconds. (And what will be RFR's reaction to this?) Then the chief pulls out a camera and tries to take a picture of the princess as he's running toward her, but then he accidentally drops the camera into the ocean which is, incidentally, next to the field of grass they're running to. And then they embrace lovingly and it's the end.
So RFR and the princess have their li'l secret rendezvous with Macarthur none the wiser. So scrupulous. And this really does sound Aida-esque. One day RFR goes to the painting class to see how Macarthur is doing, but Macarthur's not there. In fact, no one's there. There are desks all over the room, but the only person there is an English scrub lady who informs him that Macarthur knows all about them and has gone off to kill RFR.
RFR races back to the village, and then we cut to Macarthur arriving there, needless to say a little slow since he only has one foot. He arrives and sees the Indian chief, who informs him that he has already sold the princess to RFR. Macarthur watches sadly as RFR and the princess ride off in a Colonial covered wagon (what historical place and time IS this story in anyway?!)
Suddenly, the princess LEAPS out of the wagon and starts barreling back toward the Indian chief in slow mo, yelling, "Daaaaaaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyyyyy!" and the Indian chief runs toward her in slow motion and it's all very weird and cheesy reuniting after being apart a whole three seconds. (And what will be RFR's reaction to this?) Then the chief pulls out a camera and tries to take a picture of the princess as he's running toward her, but then he accidentally drops the camera into the ocean which is, incidentally, next to the field of grass they're running to. And then they embrace lovingly and it's the end.
Labels: adam pascal, aida, pocahontas
Monday, September 20, 2004
Where I performed "I Know the Truth" for my Intro to Perf of Lit class
I dreamed I went to my Performance of Literature class and found out I had to perform something that DAY. My instructor had told us it needed to be a poem at least 30 lines long (he told us that IRL too). So I'm desperately flipping thru my Lit book trying to find a 30-line poem I can memorize in like five minutes. I find some songs from Aida in there (the Disneyfied version, not the opera... that's HARDLY literature) and decide to perform "I Know the Truth." But one of the girls behind me said she was going to do that. Then she was like, "Well, actually, a medley of that and How I Know You." Then the lights went down and we sat down to watch the show and I was still frantically flipping through my book to find stuff. My instructor started getting ticked at the girl who performed the Aida medley and was grumbling, "I shoulda just had all these people perform 'The Bridge'!" which was a poem by... erm, I believe Mozart. Hmm.
