And how were the performances? I get that you like the script, what about the acting? The directing? If I want to do this play in the future, do I want to? I can't tell from this. You have completely failed to differentiate what works because of Tei's work as playwright, what works because of directorial choices, what works because of performances, and you've barely touched on the technical elements.
As a review, it's worthless. It's shame no editor stepped up to make sure the basics were covered.
Is that really the relationship you want with the guy who is posting links to your reviews all over the internet, even though they're not very well written?
Rather than calling me names, you could write better reviews. After all, that's all I want. And I'm telling you exactly how to do it, even. Give me what I want, and there will be no nitpicking, and you'll even get compliments; I've already demonstrated that.
And imagine how much more traffic I'll drive to you when I like the product.
Dude, please understand this. Tattoo it on your giant ego if you must: I honestly, truly, with all my heart and soul, do not give a sack of shit what you think of my writing.
I asure you, you are in the minority as far as those who don't like how I write.
I PROMISE you that.
You don't get to decide how and what I write.
I got this gig for a reason.
You're just a lowly fucking blogger for a reason.
You're not the expert you make yourself out to be.
Get the fuck over yourself.
But, you're right.
Responding to you makes it look like I care.
I don't, dude. I just feel sorry for you.
So, this will be the last time I respond to anything you have to say.
You're not worth it.
As I said: You're a fly I can't swat away.
But flies have short life-spans. They feed off other people's shit and they die and are forgotten.
Rest well, Professor Dickweed.
Chris, if no one cared about the feedback, you'd have ignored me from the outset. Let's face it: it's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease.
But who's really sad; the theatre enthusiast who takes time to collate a website so theatre-lovers can find all the articles and reviews about local theatre, or the local theatre reviewer who calls the enthusiast names for demanding reviews that actually say something about the production in question?
No need to answer; it's pretty obvious which one it is.
So you can either grow up a little, learn from your critics, and become a great writer. Or you can childishly call me names, and continue to churn out reviews that don't tell us what we need to know about shows until your publisher realizes that the number of hits on your reviews are dropping off. And when they research WHY your numbers tailed off, they're going to find opinions on the matter.
Either way, there will eventually be better reviews coming out of the New Times. It's up to you whose byline they bear.
News for you chap: THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR FEEDBACK. Truly and honestly. They think you're fucking joke.
And don't flatter yourself. You're not "on my back." You're just a fly I can't swat away.
So, yea. 'Preciate the feedback!
It's not going to change how I write.
But reading Anon's first comment, I must make this correction: You're not a douche.
You're just..... sad.
When you grow up a little, you'll learn that the way to deal with a harsh critic isn't to call them names, but to say "thanks for your opinion, and thanks for reading," and disengage.
If what you did for a living was worthless, I wouldn't be wasting time trying to get you to do a better job of it. It's frustrating to see all that typing, and all we get to read is dreck. Sorry that pisses you off. But the only way you will get me off your back is to improve, and all the name calling on the planet will not change that.
Sure, I could do all of this on my blog - and I do it there, too. But while I have no idea if your editors are reading my blog, I know for damned sure they are reading this feedback.
CLJ, your self-importance is beyond delusional. I (and others) have stopped going to your site because your pontificating has gotten well in the way of the purpose of your blog. Those of us who have worked with you are well aware of your love for your own voice. Your blog has become irritating and self-defeating. I will further frustrate you with my anonymity as this tiny community is too narrow and incestuous to accept any negativity pertaining to any aspect of the theater scene. You are not nearly as respected as you perceive. Many laughs are attained at your expense.
Giving tips and points is one thing. What you do is out and out douchey, friend-oh.
Calling what I do for a living "worthless" is douchey.
It don't float your boat? All good. Wanna say I suck on your blog? Go to it. You won't be the first... and there is a contingent out there who feel differently than you.
I understand the whole different strokes for different folks and all that shit.
Wanna give me tips, I'm game. Wanna be critical, coolio. But don't be a douche about it, is all I'm sayin.
You don't think this review meets whatever grand standard you have for how Every Review Ever In The History Of Everything Should Be Written? Fine. But it's not worthless. Jesus man... you accuse ME of overusing the adjectives.
Gonna write em the way I write em, dude.
Hate or don't.
All good either way.
But you come to my link and leave douchey comments, I'm gonna call you a douche.