Equus, or why, god why?

[grrgoyl]

Before I begin, let me say that I totally blame my overwrought, overemotional condition today on too much work and not enough sleep.

In my daily search on YouTube for bootleg videos from Equus, I saw a new one from an LJ user, starrose17. It wasn't even video of the play, just a shot of the Gielgud Theatre from the sidewalk, with its stark black and white lettering and 80-foot promotional poster that has riveted me from the first moment I saw it:

I watched the 30-second clip in silence, and then burst into tears. I would link to it here, but frankly I'm too depressed to do so.

I've known that seeing this play is an impossibility. From the very first whispers of rumors I heard on the Harry Potter pipeline, I knew that I would most probably never get to see it. True, I have every intention of returning to London for a visit, maybe even this year, but for the next few months, between my dismal bank account and JeffyJeff's teaching schedule (or should I say "shedule"), getting there in time to see Dan Radcliffe's performance is absolutely right out.

Before today I thought I had completely accepted this sad, but hardly life-ending, reality.

Jeffy was very glib about it in his email, as only one who truly doesn't care about the show could be (oh, the irony. He lives in London and couldn't care less). "We'll find you a show featuring barely pubescent boys in Soho" he quipped. I had to explain that the allure wasn't seeing naked boys; I need look no further than my internet bookmarks for that. It was seeing Dan Radcliffe, who by all accounts is amazing. Furthermore I know firsthand that it's an incredible play, having seen a production back in college and being utterly blown away (how I miss the days of student discounts).

...Okay, yes. I want to see Harry Potter naked. Naked and having simulated sex, including simulated orgasms. Me and I suspect the vast majority of Harry Potter fans, even those not old enough to know any better. And if they could be totally honest with themselves, I'll bet even the non-Harry Potter fans feel just the slightest twinge of curiosity (with the exception of Tery, naturally). The only way I could want to see this any more would be if Alan Rickman played the psychiatrist (I would seriously consider selling a kidney to get there in that case). The thought of not getting to see it depresses me so much I wish I could undergo hypnotherapy to forget that it even exists.

But it just isn't to be. Last week was more likely than this week, when flights jumped from $500 to $1200 overnight. And with Jeffy unable to take any time off to spend with me until July, I would literally have to jet over there for the show, maybe take a day to recover, and come back. My two-job-working, barely-bill-paying lifestyle simply doesn't allow for that kind of extravagance.

Anyone who says money can't buy happiness is hereby encouraged to shove it straight up their ass.

Tery tried to comfort me, bless her. She can't stand to see me weep. She pointed out, and she's 100% correct, that with my luck I would go but find myself seated behind a pillar, or next to someone really rude or loud, or see Dan's understudy because he's suffering from exhaustion that night. That kind of shit happens to me all the time. My first time seeing Cats in New York we were in nosebleed seats and the woman in front of me spent the entire first act hunched forward to see better, totally obscuring my view (I asked her to move for Act II, embarking on a lifetime course of not hesitating to speak up for myself, often to Tery's chagrin but hey, has anyone else noticed people aren't getting any more polite?)

I'm better now, really. But if anyone has access to some bootleg video (or knows of some secret way to make my dream come true) send it my way, pretty please?

Edit: Wait, wait, hold everything. Now there are rumors of the play coming to Broadway, with Dan. Highly unsubstantiated, but maybe my trip to see Jeffy can wait until next year...

Oh, and last night I had to deal with my first dog seizure. But I've already blabbed on enough.

Comments

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

Wow, that poster is riveting.

You can always hope for a carryover to Broadway, as that sort of thing does happen if the show has a successful run.

Have you seen the movie?

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

I am hopeful for a carryover, but as the few articles I found point out, the timing is a little dodgy since shooting begins on the next HP movie right about the time they're talking about doing the play.

I haven't seen the movie. I remember you recommending it. I am adding it to my queue now.

It was thoughtful of you to comment, as I know you don't care about Harry Potter.

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

Hmm well, ya never know, he might be tempted to do a reprise, though hopefully after filming he won't be considered too old for the role. IF the carryover happens.

And to soothe your Alan Rickman jones (or maybe make it worse, I dunno) here's a trailer for a little movie he's going to be in:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/snowcake/

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of "if's," for sure. Maybe with you being in New York and more on top of news, you could keep an eye on the situation for me?

Mmmmm, Snowcake. I'm VERY excited for that movie. But how sad is this? The new Alan Cumming movie? Couldn't care less. I'm over him. I'm SO fickle.

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

If it comes to Broadway with Dan I'll be there by your side. We can sell my baby for ticket money!

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Deal! I understand Caucasian babies fetch top dollar on the Black Market.