Hedda Gabler
Mar. 18th, 2006 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iocaneWonderful, riviting, emotional, exciting.
Bear in mind, I could nly make out every tenth word. Not because of the theatre or the acting but I just can't process sounds terrifically well.
On the other hand, between my eleventh row seat and the opera glasses, I could all but count the hairs on Hugo's hand (I'm not actually sure he has any, however)
The suit Hugo wore *was* wonderfully tailored. Showing off, well, everything, but it accented his lovely barrel chest and hands and beard and ... everything.
I was a little lost as far as the plot, but it was easy to read everyone's emotions, without it being telegraphed by the actors. Everything in itself felt very natural, the movements, both an individuals movements on their own and the interactions. At one point Hugo unwrapped a book and had it on the table and he wast just ... touching it. In a very posessive way.
His character was a very physical, posessing person. He never simply *sat* in a chair. I thought of it like this on the way home. Some people sit - taking up the standard amount of space on a peice of furnature. Some people perch, taking up only the bare minimum of a peice of furnature. Some people sprawl, *owning* the peice of furnature. Hugo sprawled. Be it the stiff backed dining table chair, the ottoman or the divan thing ( I think that's the right word), he'd flick back the tails of his jacket and settle down. ANd his hands were almost always moving. Unless he was standing, fingers so gently curled, one leg bent. Or sometimes leaning on his walking stick, posessing it, too.
He had a little gold cigarette case and when he got one out and lit it, melt time. Just watching those fingers at work was heavenly. He did tend to sit with his legs open a little. The first two times, he was either behind something or with his back to the stage, but after that he was largely facing the stage. When he sat he seemed to be always picking at his clothing, possibly as an excuse to draw attention to his lovely legs in the nicely tailored suit.
The icing on the cake was one of the last scenes. Cate was sitting down, with Hugo behind her. His hand drifts down to her neck, grazing the side, then moving slowly around her throat and the udnerside of her chin. Then he retreats a little, his hand sliding down the front of her dress. He doesn't *quite* fully touch her breast but the implication is clear as hell. Posessive. As. Hell.
The whole thing was, to quote Judge Brack himself, "oodles of fun!"
Scans to come tomorrow.
Bear in mind, I could nly make out every tenth word. Not because of the theatre or the acting but I just can't process sounds terrifically well.
On the other hand, between my eleventh row seat and the opera glasses, I could all but count the hairs on Hugo's hand (I'm not actually sure he has any, however)
The suit Hugo wore *was* wonderfully tailored. Showing off, well, everything, but it accented his lovely barrel chest and hands and beard and ... everything.
I was a little lost as far as the plot, but it was easy to read everyone's emotions, without it being telegraphed by the actors. Everything in itself felt very natural, the movements, both an individuals movements on their own and the interactions. At one point Hugo unwrapped a book and had it on the table and he wast just ... touching it. In a very posessive way.
His character was a very physical, posessing person. He never simply *sat* in a chair. I thought of it like this on the way home. Some people sit - taking up the standard amount of space on a peice of furnature. Some people perch, taking up only the bare minimum of a peice of furnature. Some people sprawl, *owning* the peice of furnature. Hugo sprawled. Be it the stiff backed dining table chair, the ottoman or the divan thing ( I think that's the right word), he'd flick back the tails of his jacket and settle down. ANd his hands were almost always moving. Unless he was standing, fingers so gently curled, one leg bent. Or sometimes leaning on his walking stick, posessing it, too.
He had a little gold cigarette case and when he got one out and lit it, melt time. Just watching those fingers at work was heavenly. He did tend to sit with his legs open a little. The first two times, he was either behind something or with his back to the stage, but after that he was largely facing the stage. When he sat he seemed to be always picking at his clothing, possibly as an excuse to draw attention to his lovely legs in the nicely tailored suit.
The icing on the cake was one of the last scenes. Cate was sitting down, with Hugo behind her. His hand drifts down to her neck, grazing the side, then moving slowly around her throat and the udnerside of her chin. Then he retreats a little, his hand sliding down the front of her dress. He doesn't *quite* fully touch her breast but the implication is clear as hell. Posessive. As. Hell.
The whole thing was, to quote Judge Brack himself, "oodles of fun!"
Scans to come tomorrow.
