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Once a year, the Memphis theatre community engages in a full orgy of pretentious self-congratulatory autofellatio. It's called The Ostrander Awards (formerly the Memphis Theatre Awards), and it's coming up this Sunday. The cool part about the Ostranders is that volunteer community players, who earn nothing for their efforts, compete against "professional" actors, who earn between $100 (plus housing) and $350 a week.
The big nominees this year are The Full Monty ("I was disappointed that it was so run-of-the-mill"), Little Shop of Horrors ("...the ladies in the cast were upstaged by their wigs"), and Picasso at The Lapin Agile ("..he biggest laugh of the evening came when Einstein's mustache fell off accidentally.") The particular reviewer quoted is, unfortunately, a dick, so there's no accounting for taste.
After the awards, there's been an effort to get everyone together at a local tavern for an evening of semi-drunken debauchery. Unfortunately, the two main theatre cliques in town have decided that each others bar selection is lacking in some way, so there are two competing afterparties.
One of which has $2 Newcastle, and the other of which has slightly-less-pretentious attendees. Fucking decisions.
I didn't get nominated for anything, but there's a couple of seekrit nominations (mostly in the college categories) that I could conceivably win, assuming I were still in college.
The big nominees this year are The Full Monty ("I was disappointed that it was so run-of-the-mill"), Little Shop of Horrors ("...the ladies in the cast were upstaged by their wigs"), and Picasso at The Lapin Agile ("..he biggest laugh of the evening came when Einstein's mustache fell off accidentally.") The particular reviewer quoted is, unfortunately, a dick, so there's no accounting for taste.
After the awards, there's been an effort to get everyone together at a local tavern for an evening of semi-drunken debauchery. Unfortunately, the two main theatre cliques in town have decided that each others bar selection is lacking in some way, so there are two competing afterparties.
One of which has $2 Newcastle, and the other of which has slightly-less-pretentious attendees. Fucking decisions.
I didn't get nominated for anything, but there's a couple of seekrit nominations (mostly in the college categories) that I could conceivably win, assuming I were still in college.
