Almost home, I came across our neighbor and his dog in the alley.
|[The pictures are all from the curtain calls, not the show.]|
"Reefer Madness (aka Tell Your Children) is a well known 1938 American exploitation film revolving around the tragic events that ensue when high school students are lured by pushers to try "marihuana": a hit and run accident, manslaughter, suicide, attempted rape, and descent into madness all ensue. The film was directed by Louis Gasnier and starred a cast composed of mostly unknown bit actors. It was originally financed by a church group and made under the title Tell Your Children.
The film was intended to be shown to parents as a morality tale attempting to teach them about the dangers of cannabis use."
Seventy two years later, it's just a big spoof. This was done pretty low budget and compared to some of the really fine local theater I've seen lately, it was at the next level down. There was a lot of young, buff, naked (and some older, not so buff), male flesh. (Nothing you wouldn't see at a swim meet and less than the TSA man sees, but there was enough to be remarkable - in the literal sense - especially from the front row.) The singers were all good, some of the dancers did beautiful leaps, and the audience was having a good time. At $20 a head (online) it's live theater for not a lot more than a movie and the theater is small (not much over 100 though it looks bigger) so everyone has a good seat. We ended up in the first row and it felt like we were part of the performance at times. Actually, we were at one point when Jesus Christ handed out saltines.
On the way home we noticed patches of micro-fog around the bigger street lights.
And this morning, when I drove J to her 8am workshop, a lot of the trees and shrubs were frosted.
But as we moved a little east, it cleared up and even though sunrise wasn't scheduled until 9:15am, it was starting to lighten over the mountains to the east a little after 8am.
We do have long twilight periods at 61˚ North, summer AND winter.