Shells hardening in the Sun. I mean, the Eye...

We’ve caught wind of a terrible online Eye Weekly review. I admit that we haven’t read it yet, but our loved ones are telling us that it’s a classic case of reviewer/show mismatch – some consolation, for sure! But even if this is the case, any sort of in-the-ditch review makes you ask yourself the kinds of juicy and important questions that a great review does not.

Apparently, the person who reviewed our show doesn’t usually write about theatre – and if this is the case, I must say that I feel for the guy. Walking into a show like ours – theatrical, experimental, monological – must’ve been a bore and a half.

Before the show opened, I fantasized about the prospect of a shitty review and was sort of dreading it. But now that it’s happened, I feel surprisingly alright about it. It’s the sort of thing that makes you ask, “What do we want from this show? What do we expect? Why are we putting this material before an audience?” Lara and I have talked about this from the first and we know that Georgia & Leona is a peculiar piece that asks a lot of its audience. But some people like it. And if those some people get something from it – a bit of comfort or relief; a flash of memory or recognition...then what the hell, right? We’ve done our job. If our answer to “What do you expect from this show?” was “We think Georgia & Leona should follow up the Bourne Ultimatum,” then we’d be in the third or fourth ring of mega-disillusionment by now. But thankfully, we know what we’re about with respect to this particular show.

Third performance today! It’s a crazy rhythm to get into, a crazy experience overall...we can feel some of the soft spots in our souls getting harder by the day!