Earl and I have an apartment! It's in the same complex, a little
closer to the farmer's market (and park) than his current place. It's
a 2-bedroom, with 900-something square feet of space in two stories, a
back patio, hardwood floors, a dishwasher, and air conditioning. I'm
absolutely delighted.
It comes open the 18th, so he's planning to move during the weekend of
the 20th. I'll be moving down a few weeks later, in mid-January -- and
I've got to start packing.
WARNING: Heavy Rent geeking ahead.
Being the sort of person I am, I've spent some of my spare brain cycles
in the last few days working out how the first meeting between Angel
and Collins should be played. My initial impression of the scene is
that it's terribly rushed, driven much more by the needs of the plot
than the motivations of the characters. In two minutes of music we the
characters meet, express interest in one another, discover their both
HIV positive, and plan to 'make a night' of things. Pretty dense.
Lately, though, I've begun to get a feel for what's actually going on
in the scene. For one thing, there's a point in which I think the
location switches from the street (where Angel has found Collins, who
just got mugged) to wherever Angel is currently sleeping. This is pure
theorising on my part, since it's not specified in the libretto, nor
was it played that was in the LA production. Making that assumption,
though, causes the entire thing to flow much more smoothly. Suddenly
Angel's abrupt statement about having AIDS makes sense; he's just
invited Collins into his space, and Collins is pretty clearly already
infatuated.
So. If I was directing I'd have them play the scene with Angel being
forward at first. Then there's the locatin switch, and suddenly Angel
starts to realise what he might be getting into -- there's Collins,
making serious cow-eyes -- and Angel figures he'd better pull back and
explain things. The actual line is:
Angel: Yes, this body provides a comfortable home
For the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.
I used to think that was just a cheap rhyme, but it's not. Angel knows
he's gorgeous, and he knows that's why Collins is making cow-eyes. So
he has to pull out of the situation and let Collins know that all isn't
as it appears -- and then Collins turns the tables, admitting casually
that he also has AIDS, and Angel (realising its safe) takes
off the brakes:
ANGEL: We'll get along fine.
Get you a coat, have a bite,
Make a night -- I'm flush.
I think that's a good interpretation. I'll have to ask Jim and
see what he thinks.
Yes, I really do think about these things. All the time.
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