Tuesday, July 20, 2010

When are you heading to the Great River Shakespeare Festival?

Othello. Dir. Alec Wild. Perf. Corey Allen, Doug Scholz-Carlson, Christopher Gerson, Tarah Flanagan, Shanara Gabrielle, Michael Fitzpatrick, Jonathan Gillard Daly, Jack Forbes-Wilson, Jeff Schaetsky, Andrew Carlson, Evan Fuller, David Coral, Kate Mazzola, and David Rudi Utter. Great River Shakespeare Festival. Winona, Minnesota. 2010.
I'm heading down this weekend to catch an afternoon of Comedy of Errors and an afternoon of Othello, and I couldn't be more thrilled.

Actually, I could be more thrilled, but that would involve spending a month or two at the festival, and that just can't happen this year. I suppose it's fair to say that I'm as thrilled as it's feasible to be! After all, who wouldn't be thrilled with the prospect of seeing two Shakespeare plays with these delightful people:

Before the green-eyed monster of jealousy bites you, book your tickets at the GRSF website. After all, this year's festival ends on the first of August! And, if you come this weekend, Bardfilm might be willing to autograph your computer, iPad, Blackberry, or whatever device you use to read this blog.

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