Tuesday, October 20, 2009

I enjoy reading plays...

Especially when I read one as good as the one I read today.

The language was unique, fast paced, and fit with the world presented. I always love it when the words themselves are entertaining, without feeling forced. It makes your characters feel alive, makes reading the script fun, and gives your eventual actors so much to play with.

It had a message, a social event to explore, but it never stopped being about the people involved. It was a story that had a point, not a point hammered into an approximation of a story. I grow so tired of weak stories that are only there so that the author can get out the 3-page rant about fossil fuels that takes over the stage on page 34.

But what the hell do I know?

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