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bluecastleFrom the summer theater's Facebook page... this is why this show is so hard to explain to people:
The moral behind Mrs. McThing, a comic fantasy, is that small boys shouldn’t always scrub their ears, and that perfection is a terrible thing. Howay Larue, a normally mischievous youngster, is spirited away from his mansion by the vengeful Witch McThing because she feels Howay’s mother has snubbed the witch's urchinlike daughter, Mim...i. Gleefully, Howay (the Bad) finds himself in a pool-hall lunchroom, where he joins a gang of comic mobsters. Meanwhile, a substitute Howay (the Good) is created by the witch out of an old stick (Stick Boy) and palmed off on Mrs. Larue. Unaware of the replacement, Mrs. Larue is glad at first to see how Howay has reformed. But soon she grows uneasy over Howay the Good, and is deeply mystified when Howay the Bad phones her from the lunchroom. Before the witch gets through, Mrs. Larue herself is changed into a scrubwoman, helps rob her own home, adopts Mimi as a playmate for Howay, and returns to her unbewitched state with a firm conviction that it is best to let kids be kids!
Rehearsal last night went pretty well. Actually, both rehearsals I went to last night went pretty well. Stopped by the studio at 6 for a refresher rehearsal for the radio show we're doing tonight. Didn't do much more than figure out costume(s) for the Friday 60s themed radio show {I finally get to wear that green chiffon dress of mine!!! YAY!!} and then run through the group numbers. I went into the summer theater rehearsal an hour later at 7:00 all peppy, but about 9 pm I crashed. And we still had another hour and a half to go. Sleepwalked the Act II stuff a bit. MUST find some time to get off book, like NOW, but not sure how I'm going to make that happen.
We got a few more of the set pieces, so the blocking keeps changing a bit every night.
Then some ribald whispering with the gangsters in the corner while we wait out the last couple pages of the script.
Followed by a rendezvous with the BFF at the Sheetz for food on our way home where he got hassled (affectionately) by some former students in the parking lot. He can't go anywhere w/o running into his students. Makes for a much more public life than I think he wants, but it does rather come with the territory.
But now I am going to head off to a meeting I forgot I had. OOPS.
The moral behind Mrs. McThing, a comic fantasy, is that small boys shouldn’t always scrub their ears, and that perfection is a terrible thing. Howay Larue, a normally mischievous youngster, is spirited away from his mansion by the vengeful Witch McThing because she feels Howay’s mother has snubbed the witch's urchinlike daughter, Mim...i. Gleefully, Howay (the Bad) finds himself in a pool-hall lunchroom, where he joins a gang of comic mobsters. Meanwhile, a substitute Howay (the Good) is created by the witch out of an old stick (Stick Boy) and palmed off on Mrs. Larue. Unaware of the replacement, Mrs. Larue is glad at first to see how Howay has reformed. But soon she grows uneasy over Howay the Good, and is deeply mystified when Howay the Bad phones her from the lunchroom. Before the witch gets through, Mrs. Larue herself is changed into a scrubwoman, helps rob her own home, adopts Mimi as a playmate for Howay, and returns to her unbewitched state with a firm conviction that it is best to let kids be kids!
Rehearsal last night went pretty well. Actually, both rehearsals I went to last night went pretty well. Stopped by the studio at 6 for a refresher rehearsal for the radio show we're doing tonight. Didn't do much more than figure out costume(s) for the Friday 60s themed radio show {I finally get to wear that green chiffon dress of mine!!! YAY!!} and then run through the group numbers. I went into the summer theater rehearsal an hour later at 7:00 all peppy, but about 9 pm I crashed. And we still had another hour and a half to go. Sleepwalked the Act II stuff a bit. MUST find some time to get off book, like NOW, but not sure how I'm going to make that happen.
We got a few more of the set pieces, so the blocking keeps changing a bit every night.
Then some ribald whispering with the gangsters in the corner while we wait out the last couple pages of the script.
Followed by a rendezvous with the BFF at the Sheetz for food on our way home where he got hassled (affectionately) by some former students in the parking lot. He can't go anywhere w/o running into his students. Makes for a much more public life than I think he wants, but it does rather come with the territory.
But now I am going to head off to a meeting I forgot I had. OOPS.
