April 21, 2011
The Last Supper Processional — LIVE!
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- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
The processional was undertaken in absolute silence. Once the cast had assembled onstage, Jesus suddenly boomed out in a William Shatner voice.
“MY HEART — ”
A long, long pause.
” . . . is heavy.”
Then a black-out, after which all at the table were seen to have assumed the poses of the figures in Da Vinci’s “Last Supper.”
I would like to see an apostolic processional through the shark tunnel at the Dallas Aquarium.
I’m really jealous I wasn’t there for this.
True confession: We ducked out early once the structure of the script became obvious.
Each of a set of three apostles soliloquizes, addressing the audience and posing the question, “Is it I?”
Musical interlude.
Each of another set of three apostles soliloquizes, addressing the audience and posing the question, “Is it I?”
Musical interlude.
Repeat.
The director, according to the program bio, has some fairly solid musical theater and symphony and opera chorus credits. She is also said to have “sung all over the land of Israel.”
I bet she has.
I regret having missed the soliloquy of the fourteen-year-old Judas.
“The hills are alive!”
And throughout the land of Israel, people whispered, “Just ignore her, and maybe she’ll move along and eventually go bother people over in Jordan.”
You ducked out early?? Then how will you ever know whether or not pie was served? And maybe it was served by the 14-year old Judas….. as penance….
Well, onstage they were nibbling (or pretending to nibble) on rolls or little bread loaves. From where I sat, the bread looked dubious in terms of authenticity, though maybe they were eating those rolls people sometimes make out of matzo meal.
If there was pie and I missed it, I like to think that the entire audience was armed with pies and that they pelted Judas.
“Dude, can you pass the salt? My cracker seems a little lacking.”
Lacking cracker.
Cracker pie.
I’m glad to hear there was action. I thought for a moment, this was one of those productions where everyone sat stock still for a couple of hours frozen in the rendition of the painting.
“Yeah, dude. And pass the Welch’s. My cracker’s a little dry.”
There was action, you bet. So much action, we slunk out before it was over.
“Everything tastes good, when it sits on a Ritz.”
“Dude, pass the guacamole.”
I want to go to parties where people compete to see who can put on the best tableau vivant.
Now, Carole, that’s my idea of a party!
And I’d like for Rick to be in my group.
Also, you. And Amanda Mae. Well, all the flockers.
This may well be the first time I was picked first for a team sport. I’m honored Sheila, thank you.
Rick, I’d want you to be captain of the clusterflock tableau vivant team.
Now you’ve made me nervous. What if I’m a failure as a leader? I’m a much better fourth-chair flute.
Rick is the perfect leader for team tableau vivant. Rick, you have experience, sir. You just switch from plastic dummies to breathing ones, Shelia and me.