The Black Watch

"And it's over the mountains and over the main,

through Gibraltar through France and through Spain..."

I don't think that this is gonna be a deep blogpost, I can't really think of anything that i can say about this that's really all that deep. I love this play. That's probably how deep it's going to get for this. Seriously, I LOVE THIS PLAY. I LOVE IT.

How the play takes you from the battlefield to a pub, to historical speeches and even to the most boring of places at war, it was a joy ride. The sudden shells that would explode and gunshots that would be heard in the distance I thought were a little bit too much considering that some might have died of heart-attacks but still, it made that feeling of war that much more prominent within The Black Watch play. I went home to find the songs that these 'soldiers' had been singing on that day and I'm still listening to it... It's been about 3 weeks and it hasn't gotten the slightest bit boring. This play seriously is probably one that I'm going to cherish for a long, long time.

The play wasn't anything really all-too surrealistic in my eyes, I thought that it had more of a non-linear feel to it, and as you can probably tell, those two NOT being in the same play together is a hard thing to do. For example, the play was not too surrealistic with what it was doing as you could understand what was happening between the soldiers and what they were doing, yet since the play revolved around stories and memories from the battlefield, it seemed a bit non-linear with what the actual full 'story' of it all told us. Maybe this is just my brain acting up and being a bit koo-koo but this is what I felt.

I had several crying moments in this play. One that I could remember clearly was when the soldiers were fighting each other having the 'ten second' submission period. But what ran through my mind while they were fighting was that they only had each other out there. Why were they fighting? It wasn't something from the heart either, the hate, I mean, wasn't from the heart. If it was hate that fueled the soldiers to fight, they wouldn't have had to have the commander of the squad come into the vehicle and tell them to have the ten second fight outside. In the end the man ends his theory about all this with the reporter with the thought of why he was fighting for The Black Watch. It wasn't for the politics, and it wasn't for the country. Who the hell were they 'defending' their country from, when they themselves were the ones who were frikken invading? They weren't fighting for king and country, they were fighting for their buddies. Their friends. Their mates... All that was running through my head while they were all fighting each other was "stop it.. what are you guys doing? YOU ONLY HAVE EACH OTHER."
maybe this is something I'll understand when I'm in the army, if I'll ever go...


The Gulliver's travels play wasn't something all-too exciting. It was entertaining but it lacked that feeling of "wow that was amazing!" In other words, it didn't make me feel anything inside. They could have used a lot more lighting in my eyes, and the use of 4 people in that play was pretty intriguing yet it still lacked the feeling of authenticity within the characters, as the actors would use the same tempo in their line reading, and would sometimes use the same depth of voice. There really isn't much for me to say about the play, just that the fact that it could have been something much more, bigger...