Sunday, October 2, 2011

Just because it sounded like a good idea...

 I really enjoyed the Harry Potter books. Seriously. I read all seven books and loved how simple they were to read and how compelling a lot of the stories and characters were. I even saw the movies. As someone who enjoys fantasy and strong fiction, I became a fan. A couple months ago, I caught the last movie with my girlfriend, and it was the 2nd time I decided to see it. It was good. Heck, all the movies were great. Some stronger than others, but all in all, it was nice to see the end of the series brought to a strong close.  And that was that.
Why?

About a year ago, I found out about live-action Quidditch.  Remember that sport from the books? With the brooms, the flying...things...and the golden flying thing? Or something. Let me repeat that. Apparently, there is a league...In the real world, that does live-action Quidditch.  You are probably thinking to yourself, "How would they do that?"  That, or you probably just don't care. I don't either, but I think its worth bringing up the futility of this "sport".  In our real world, last I checked, we didn't have any magical crap that would allow us to do stuff like this.  If we did, I'd probably be writing a completely different blog called "Live-Action Quidditch Gives Me More Joy Than Riding a Pink Dragon."  But we don't. 

How do they play this "sport"? When I first caught a video of it on Youtube, I didn't believe it was real. Aside from the fact that I didn't know what was going on half of the time, it highlighted the fact that there was an "Intercollegiate League".  That means college...This "sport" is being played all of the country at some the finest institutions in our country. I honestly thought that this would be the last I'd see of it.  Fast forward a few months at the Boston Common, I couldn't believe what I saw.  You can guess. College students. Playing Quidditch.  The whole game as described from the books. Minus sanity. And anything resembling the actual game itself, like the flying. Which will never happen, no matter how hard you clutch the broom between your legs. So many things were going on. Running drills. Throwing balls through hoops.  Someone dressed up in all gold running around. Thats right. Someone who was willing to dress in all gold and run around and pretend to be the snitch. And be serious about it. No flying objects. No brooms. No magic. What the hell? When was this considered a good idea? Someone, or a group of someones, decided that reading and enjoying the books wasn't good enough.  I can only picture how THAT conversation went:

Random College Kid 1 : Those Harry Potter books were some of the finest pieces of literature I have ever read.
Random College Kid 2: Indeed. I found them ever so engaging. But you know what was my favorite part of these facinating books that depicted such a struggle of youth and the battle of good vs. evil?
Random College Kid 1:  The strong character developments?
Random College Kid 2: No, my good sir. Quidditch. That, my dear friend, should exist in real life.
Random College Kid 1: Oh yes. I can't see anything wrong with trying to make that real.  We have brooms, grassy knolls and we can surely build the rest of the things we need. We have friends who can help us in this seemingly fantastical endeavor.
Random College Kid 2: Yes. We must do this as it will surely catch on and no one will ever make fun of us.

And so it was born.  Remember being in college? Picture yourself, or rather someone random from school you knew, running around with a piece of wood between their legs, throwing balls and spazzing out.  This is by far one of the most idiotic things I have witnessed.  I understand that they wanted to create something fun and from what I gathered, they really do look like they're really enjoying themselves. That is surely commendable. For about 30 seconds. But you know what's also fun? Not playing Quidditch and playing a real sport. But there are college students who do it. From schools all over this area. And the country. And there are people who come see this. Oh yes.  Did I mention that there are fans? And uniforms for the teams? What? Was there nothing to do that day in the city? Let me rephrase that. Was there nothing to do in the city that didn't require watching people flail about screaming magical obscenities at each other? I only wonder if there was one who realized that this was silly idea and was banned because he/she wasn't magical enough. Or they realized that they were right. I recommend you read that last paragraph again, in case you blacked out from the stupidity..

Freaking live-action Quidditch.  I'm going to start reading "Game of Thrones" again.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Taking it to this...

So I think I'll be taking this blog in a new direction.

I debated that I was going to create another blog, yet have ANOTHER one floating out there. I already have two. If you haven't read the other one, DO IT.

This blog will be a chance for me to go all NO HOLDS BARRED.  Which I never really understood. Seriously. I don't even know what that means. Do you?  Anyways, this blog will be a chance for me to not only write with a little more razor-wit, but I will start commenting on things I see that really bug me.  Also, I will be continuing to write my theatre review blog, but instead, have footnotes commenting on various things that were too hot for TV, ie observations and snide comments that will essentially be my way of observing things in a new light.

That being said...

Monday, May 2, 2011

The end of ends...


Add firey awesomness

You see it here...NOW...

The last play in the trilogy...OR RATHER THRILLOGY....Or threequel...Or whatever

Seriously this is the 3rd and last play in this ridiculous farce. I hope its not too awful.  Well, actually Im counting on how awesome it is.  Its a bit of a departure from my early work...And by my early work I mean a few months ago.

Here it is in all its glory.





Justice Squad

A One-Act
By
Christian Hegg

The Dragon
The Muffin
Bob Dylan
The Fonz
The Referee
The Professor
The Walking Dessert
Ninjas
Police Chief
VO

Lights up. The stage is set with various crates and a trashcan. Loud 70s funk starts playing.

The Dragon (O.S.)
I said FREEZE, SCUMBAG!

The Professor runs across the stage, entering from SR.  The Dragon is hot on his heels. They exit SL. They enter SL, still chasing. The Professor, tweed jacket and all, is trying various juke moves to lose his pursuer. They end up SR

VO
Meet Dan “The Dragon” Dragnet; a cop out to deliver some Hard JUSTICE.

The Professor takes out a switchblade and threatens The Dragon. The Dragon proceeds kick the knife out his hand, and then knocks the Professor out.

The Dragon
Never bring a knife, to a PUNCH FIGHT!

He freezes. The lights dim on SR.

Lights up on SL. The Muffin is playing cards with a ninjas, Bob Dylan and The Referee.
The moment is tense.
VO
Brian MacMuffin AKA The Muffin is a man on patrol. He is bringing the JUSTICE!

The Muffin
Full House!
An extra ace falls out of his sleeve.

A Ninja

No so fast, Meestah Muffin! You are a cheetah!

The Muffin
Yeah, well I was never really good at Parcheesi!

The Muffin proceeds to knock over the table and jumps on it, crushing everyone underneath.

Lights out. 

Lights up on CS where a desk with the Police Chief is on the phone, getting increasingly angry. The Dragon and Muffin sit in chairs in front of the desk.

Police Chief AKA The Walking Dessert
Yes….Yes your honor…I understand…

He hangs up the phone.
Police Chief AKA The Walking Dessert
GODDAMIT! I got the mayor breathing down my ass and now you two causing all sorts of trouble on the streets.  Kicking a perp in the junk?! Illegal card games?! I’m sick of your so called “police work”!

The Dragon and The Muffin
Chief, I can explain!

Police
I don’t wanna hear it! You two are causing too much trouble on your own! Lets put you together!

The Dragon
I ain’t working with this guy! I work alone!

The Muffin
This guy’s a maniac!

The Dragon
Screw you!

The Muffin
You won’t be able to keep up with me!

The Dragon
Shut up, Strudel!

The Muffin
Its Muffin!


Police Chief
Shut up! Both of you! You’re partners and that’s the end of it! Now get out there! You’ve got jobs to do!

VO
Whether they like it or not, they’ve been put together…FOR JUSTICE…

The Dragon and Muffin get up out of their chairs, face the audience and head down to CS, clearly not happy with the decision.

VO
But soon they realize that despite their differences, they have a lot more in common. WITH JUSTICE!

Woman’s Voice
Help! Someone stop him! He has my purse! Help!

Bob Dylan enters from SR runs across the stage carrying a purse. He runs towards the Dragon and Muffin, where he is clotheslined by the Muffin.

Man’s Voice
Hey! That’s my backpack! That was SO not a fair play!

The Referee runs from SF and is proceeded to get punched and kicked in the junk. Both are carried off by police officers as two stagehands clad in black bring on two rolling office chairs.

The Muffin
I like your gusto!

The Dragon
I like your punches!


The Muffin and Dragon proceed to hop into the chairs and are pushed by stagehands all in black. Their “car” also sports a siren.

Police Band
All units respond! Bank robbery in process!

The Muffin
Step on that accelerator!

VO
The Dragon and The Muffin! Out to distribute some justice…JUSTICE STYLE

Another “car” with ninjas drive off throwing ninjas stars at the Dragon and Muffin cross the stage. The Dragon and Muffin chase them in hot pursuit. They crash their cars and the Dragon and Muffin get out and get surrounded by the ninjas.

The Dragon
What do we do now?!

The Muffin
We pray!

The back screen explodes with an explosion graphic with bold letters reading “THE MUFFIN AND THE DRAGON: JUSTICE SQUAD!” as The Dragon and The Muffin run in slow motion DSC.

Lights out.



This was actually based on another sketch I wrote called Socks and Tank. It was a buddy cop between a guy and a sock puppet. I always loved these buddy cop type movies and I thought why not make one with an inanimate object, but like everything else, its probably been done a dozen times. So with this one, rather than film it, it would be great to see it on stage...And by great, I mean potentially insane.

Its a draw.

So there you go. I finished my trilogy.  Should I send it out? I kind of enjoyed writing a play. Maybe I'll actually write one that is...you know...normal?

That'll be the day.

- C 











Friday, March 18, 2011

And again with the muffins...

The Muffin Vainglorious. A title...Yes...QUITE the title I know.

Like this, only more ninja-y
Yes, I am aware it has been sometime since my last posting. To be honest, I actually finished the 2nd play, The Muffin Vainglorious, shortly after the first one. I think I mentioned I plan on making a trilogy. If I didnt mention it, well, I am writing a trilogy of plays. Again, it will be pretentious and in your face. But seriously? Yeah, I think Im doing it more just to complete something. Something, that probably I shouldnt have written in the first place. But yeah. Its done and I am currently finishing up the 3rd and final play. I think I tried to put as much as I could in this one, and yes, I managed to put in "ninja butterflies..."  Imagine THAT one for a bit. Keep an eye for it.

So here you go...The 2nd in the random and bizzare trifecta that is my writing.

The Muffin Vainglorious

A One-Act

By

Christian Hegg

The Dragon
The Muffin
The Professor
The Fonz
The Walking Dessert

The stage is bare, except for a table and a beanbag chair. 

Hit Me With Your Best Shot plays for 10 seconds.

The Muffin, dressed in all black shuffles on stage. He carries a pie. The music stops.

The Muffin
 I trust the inside of the evolutionary mandates.

He proceeds to eat the pie.
The Muffin
Endless wanton and tirades!

The Professor enters from SR, dressed in a nice classic suit carrying a book.

The Professor
In 1888, the time of the happy wildebeests encroached on the space robots of Toron.

He jumps up and tries to use the book as a flying device. He exits SL.

Video Killed The Radio Star plays.

The Muffin takes out his cellphone, dials, and waits. The music stops

The Muffin
Realizations seep within the ugliness of my soulllll!
Yes, I’ll hold…

He proceeds to do the moonwalk, then jumps on the table.

The Muffin
I will wait indefinitely for the coming of the oncoming…

He hangs up the phone.

The Walking Dessert enters SR.

The Walking Dessert
(in a high pitched voice)
I am a strudel!

She exits SL.
The Muffin
Happy days….They come and go like some sort of beast of creation. Oh what ho! Thusly, yes indeed for sooth.

The Fonz enters SL and crosses to the table. He slams down on it with his fist.

Working For The Weekend starts to play.

The Fonz
Heyyyyyyyeeee!

He exits SR. 

The Dragon enters, SL, with a pair of socks filled with other socks. He crosses to the table.  He hands one to the Muffin. The Muffin jumps off the table. The music stops.

The Dragon
I am the life.  What is the mortal coil we face ever day of the new ideals of the frustrations?  Indeed.

The Muffin
Indeed!

The Professor enters SR with a pair of angel wings on his back. He carries a pipe and book.

The Professor
In 2045, the uprising of the ninja butterflies overcame the silent death of the Children of Appaloosa. It was a marvelous day and much butterflies danced.

Drive ­by The Cars, starts to play.

He proceeds to flap his arms and attempts to fly off stage. He exits SR.

The Dragon and The Muffin meet CS and start flailing uncontrollably, yelling various battle cries. They proceed to fight. Then they freeze. The Fonz enters SR and crosses to the table.
The Fonz
Heyeeeeeeeeeeeee!

He slams the table. Safety Dance starts to play

The Fonz
Heyyyyyyeeeeeeee!

He struts off SL in slow motion. As he exits, The Dragon and Muffin proceed to battle. It is a ridiculously choreographed dance. The Muffin is triumphant.

The Muffin
I am the life! I am Vainglorious.

Black Out.





           
Yes...The Muffin is originally defeated and has come back to get his or her revenge. GOD.  This is really bad. Is it worse than the first? Most likely. I think I wanted more music in this one and it just kind of erupted.  Everything is so...

Wow...Am I reading the same thing? This is really messed up.  Though, I do appreciate that I managed to put the Fonz in a setting that doesn't really change who he is. Still the same guy, just in a different world.

Well, there you go. The 2nd play is now done and I will post the third probably sooner rather than later...Then Ill probably just say screw it, and send it out the various theatre companies and see if anyone will actually produce it...Or lock me up.

I do have some sort of artistic drive behind this play. I mean, I COULD justify it about how chaotic life can be, or how dreams really effect us, or some bizzare form of therapy. I like to write to some extent, and I think I just wanted to see how far I could push the envelope on this one. It is essentially a sequel, with the same characters. I think Im just trying to justify everything so I don't come off as a nutjob...Well...Maybe the play is a BIT crazy, but whats a little craziness...So much for keeping up with this blog, though...

However, I can tell you right now, the third one WILL BLOW YOUR MIND. 

Haha.

Stay tuned...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Genesis

The band...not some the Bible reference, because then I would have to take this blog in a completely different direction.

So the other day, my roommate, Shawn is listening to one of Genesis' early album, Selling England By The Pound,  which needless to say, is a freaking trainwreck. He was actually listening to it for his own blog, The Album DuJour, (thealbumdujour.blogspot.com). Not because he wanted to, but because he wants to have a better understanding of all types of music. Like me, I want to have a better understanding of being more random and....UGHHH...I totally had something there...
Like this, only more pretentious

 Anyways, during our listening, I got overwhelmed by the pretentiousness of the album and started ranting and raving myself. I spouted lyrics like "Annnnd the Dragon eats the muffiiiiin..." Then a light turned on. This is the album that sparked this blog. The TRUTH COMES OUT.

So I decided to write a play....And I DID! HAHAHAHAHAHA...Ok seriously here it is.


The Dragon Eats the Muffin

A One-Act Play

By

Christian Hegg

Cast of Characters:

The Dragon
The Muffin
The Referee
Bob Dylan
The Walking Dessert


The stage is bare, except for a chair and table. On the table sits a small egg timer.


The Dragon, ears, tail, everything, in a tuxedo, enters SR.  He sits, picks up the egg timer and sets for a certain amount of time.

DRAGON
What sooth! I hunger for the life.

A random track off of Genesis’ Selling England By The Pound starts in the background.

DRAGON
Oh life that cherishes the small things…Thusly…

Bob Dylan, sunglasses and guitar, enters SL.  He comes down to CS.
           
BOB DYLAN
(Incomprehensible singing)

He exits SR
DRAGON
I hunger for the life.

Another random track off the Genesis album starts playing.

DRAGON
The life I seek and its small platitudes. Thusly, I must pursue it at all costs. I want to dance the life to see it trip the Fandango.

Another random track plays.

The Dragon starts to dance, not at all with the music. It is hauntingly beautiful.

The egg timer goes off. The music stops.

The Dragon sits back down. He resets the timer.

Bob Dylan enters from SL. He comes down to CS.
                                               
Bob Dylan
(Incomprehensible singing)

He exits SR.

The Muffin enters from SR. It is dressed in all brown and carries a muffin in each hand. He climbs on top of the table and stands tall. The timer goes off.
                       
The Muffin
Choose life. It is hilarious. Dance the thousand dances. With me.

Another random track plays for 10 seconds. Then stops.
                       
The Muffin
Life is a chosen discovery we must use to find the answers. I welcome it. I am the life.

The Referee, dressed as a traditional referee, enters from SL. He walks and raises both his arms and blows the whistle. It’s a touchdown! He runs to reset the timer.

The Walking Dessert comes in SR. She is glorious.

The Walking Dessert
(in a high pitched voice)
I am a parfait!

She exits SL.

Another random track plays for 5 seconds. Then stops.

The Referee exits SL.

The Muffin
Sanctity and choice. They are the brother and sister of the fandango.

The Dragon
Thusly.

Bob Dylan enters yet again. This time he has a kazoo in the place of his guitar. He comes down to CS. The timer goes off.

Bob Dylan
(Incomprehensible singing and kazoo playing)

Another random track plays. Bob Dylan starts dancing like he has ants in his pants. He then runs up to the table, high fives the Dragon, then exits SL. The music ends.

The Dragon
We are all pawns in the life of choosing. I seek the wondrous lights of tomorrow and yesteryear.

The Muffin
I am the calling of the hour. We must destroy our wants and needs.

He proceeds to eat the first muffin.

The Dragon
I will destroy us in order for life to continue.

He eats the second muffin.

The Referee comes back on stage, carrying two plastic lightsabers. He hands the Dragon and Muffin each a lightsaber. The Dragon and Muffin come CS. The Referee stands between them. He blows his whistle and dances crazily.

Another random track starts playing. The Dragon and Muffin start fighting. The Dragon wins.

The Dragon
I am life. I have eaten the muffin.

Black out


I hope this gets produced. Doubtful. Random thoughts on paper. I found when I was writing this, things just came to me...That, and I wanted to be as annoying as possible in writing. All of it kind of makes no sense. Who am I kidding? None of it does. After I wrote it, I read it and was shocked by the actual structure. I think when it came to creating some sort of arc, I probably succeeded. Ha.  This as far from serious I thought I could get. The thing is, there are probably people out there that will probably take this first one seriously. That would be something.

Wow...This play is REALLY bad. Ha.

Stay tuned.






Monday, January 31, 2011

Let's get it started...

I love theatre. Notice how I spelled it TRE not TER.  Thats right. I went there. Enter SR.

Buy my cookies and read my plays.

Famous playwright Tom Stoppard once said, "Every entrance is an exit somewhere else..." Clearly, he meant "Christian, you are an actor...Write plays..." He was totally talking about me. True story.

Anyways...Theatre...Yes...Love it. As early as I can remember, I have always enjoyed this art form.  Since I saw my very first production, which happened to be a Shakespeare play called "The Comedy of Errors," I have made a point of keeping it a part of my life. I would go on to perform in plays and musicals alike throughout high school, major in theatre in college and continue to tackle its many forms to this very day.  I have managed to act, design and even direct plays and the like. I have to say again. I love theatre. I love the ability to create and bring all the pieces together. To be on stage is one thing, but seeing everything come together is a beautiful and magical thing. Kind of like when you realize that you can get Netflix on your Wii. Its fantastic. Beautiful and magical. 

After being a part of most of the processes, I realized that there was one thing I never really tried...Which was to write a play. Will they be good? Heck no!

Now, granted, I am not trying to make a name for myself as a playwright. To be honest, I just want to write for fun and see what happens. Its a very organic process for me and I really want to explore that.  I have seen many different shows and ideas that have come alive on stage. However, I have never had the time or patience to create something of my own for the stage. As far as writing, I have written a couple of unproduced sketches so I have SOME experience. Well, I wouldn't call it experience. More like "Hey! Look at me! I'm funny! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHehhshhehhhhuhuhuh (insert desperate sobbing)..."

Lets start with this disclaimer. These plays that I write are in no way meant to be taken seriously. However, to some, they could be taken seriously as some sort of Dada-istic, Post-modern, triumphs of the human mind or whatever. That...or they're just signs of how insane I can be...Or hilarious...Its a fine line. But seriously...I don't want your playwright friends giving me a hard time because I'm making fun of them. Please. I'm really writing to make them look even better.

To reiterate: these plays are my attempt to be totally pretentious and in your face. And most likely hilarious. I made sure of it. In the end, I have half a mind to send these as a compilation to various theatre companies and see if any of them will actually get produced. Doubtful, but a man can dream...and possibly not get his plays produced. Did you know thats the real phrase? Seriously...It was originally, A man can dream...then fight Joseph Gordon-Levitt upside-down. Ha.

So heres the deal...I am writing 3 plays...A trilogy...A THRILLOGY...No...wait..A TRIFECTA of plays. Yes. Lets see if I can actually do it..
Lets get started.