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sovay and I went to go see the National Yiddish Folksbiene Theater's Fiddler on the Roof in Yiddish translation at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in NYC, which is why I am currently on an early-morning train back to Boston.
sovay already did a really good write-up that teases out most of the things I caught about the translation to-and-from Yiddish plus some things I didn't, so I'm just going to add a few more production notes:
- Chava was about a foot shorter than the actresses playing her two elder siblings and had a high adorable voice and it very effectively gave the impression that she was an ABSOLUTE BABY, which makes everything with her even sadder
- Fyedka was UNEXPECTEDLY JACKED, which was extremely noticeable because someone made the hilarious decision to costume him in a skintight red shirt and jaunty red beret
- (sovay, when I mentioned this during intermission: yes, well, then there's Perchik, who's just costumed like a contemporary NYU student
me: to be fair, the standard student socialist outfit really hasn't changed that much in the past hundred years)
- I think the relative set simplicity made the strength of the dancing stand out that much more; Tevye, especially, just had this constant energy as he moved through the empty space that powered the entire production
- Lauren Jean Thomas as the Fiddler was uncomfortably attractive for a metaphorical representation of Orthodox Jewish mores and culture in a rapidly changing world
During this trip I also had dinner withgramarye1971, aberration, my old roommate Thomas, and his mother, with a guest appearance by newredshoes; a ferry ride and brunch with my parents; a brief visit as documented by sovay to a pickle festival where I did not manage to eat pickle ice cream OR a pickle macaron; dinner with sovay and obopolsk; and a trip to the Strand. You'd think I could manage to make it literally 36 hours in NYC without buying more books than is wise, AND YET.
sovay and I went to go see the National Yiddish Folksbiene Theater's Fiddler on the Roof in Yiddish translation at the Museum of Jewish Heritage in NYC, which is why I am currently on an early-morning train back to Boston. sovay already did a really good write-up that teases out most of the things I caught about the translation to-and-from Yiddish plus some things I didn't, so I'm just going to add a few more production notes:- Chava was about a foot shorter than the actresses playing her two elder siblings and had a high adorable voice and it very effectively gave the impression that she was an ABSOLUTE BABY, which makes everything with her even sadder
- Fyedka was UNEXPECTEDLY JACKED, which was extremely noticeable because someone made the hilarious decision to costume him in a skintight red shirt and jaunty red beret
- (
sovay, when I mentioned this during intermission: yes, well, then there's Perchik, who's just costumed like a contemporary NYU student me: to be fair, the standard student socialist outfit really hasn't changed that much in the past hundred years)
- I think the relative set simplicity made the strength of the dancing stand out that much more; Tevye, especially, just had this constant energy as he moved through the empty space that powered the entire production
- Lauren Jean Thomas as the Fiddler was uncomfortably attractive for a metaphorical representation of Orthodox Jewish mores and culture in a rapidly changing world
During this trip I also had dinner with
gramarye1971, aberration, my old roommate Thomas, and his mother, with a guest appearance by newredshoes; a ferry ride and brunch with my parents; a brief visit as documented by sovay to a pickle festival where I did not manage to eat pickle ice cream OR a pickle macaron; dinner with sovay and obopolsk; and a trip to the Strand. You'd think I could manage to make it literally 36 hours in NYC without buying more books than is wise, AND YET.