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saw King Lear last night at The Guthrie staring Sir Ian McKellen. and it was phenomenal! watch a bit of it here.

there were a few moments in the play that made my eyes water and my vision go blurry. sitting next to my own dad didn’t help. like when Lear asks his daughter Cordelia for forgiveness when he was only being his old, stubborn self, well, that is somthing daughters truly understand. no forgiveness can be given, no offense made. dads are dads and we know that, i do, and so does Cordelia. so when she hugs him and he breaks down….well, it’s one of those moments when art and life collide and you succumb to it. my dad has never asked for my forgiveness, nor has he turned me out of the kingdom. but if he did, well, i’d just hug him knowing he’s an old, stubborn fool, and that’s just who he is, no more, no less.

watching Sir Ian’s Lear circle the drain of madness was breathtaking, and the supporting company, the women who played his daughters, were extraordinary. if ever the Royal Shakespeare Company of London does a production and you are within 100 miles of it, GO! you will not be disappointed. call me and i’ll send you money.

so put away your green monster, oh, but not too soon. in a scene of madness and comedy, Lear drops his drawers and then gets his head stuck while taking off his shirt. and while he’s struggling like a kid to get the damn thing off, the scene continues around him. finally, his fool helps him out and gets the shirt back on him and pulls his pants up. what amazed me is that McKellen did the scene comando - no skivvies to speak of. i am always up for full frontal nudity, like DanRad here in Equus. and while a hot 17 year old’s uncircumsized penis is better than a gay 67 year old’s uncircumsized penis, soft junk is still soft junk. i’m glad we weren’t in the front row.