Don't Dress for DADA


Tuesday night, Fuzzy and I saw Don't Dress for Dinner at the Royal George. We had been wanting to see it cause Jeffrey Donovan is in it (Fuzzy is a fan of Burn Notice and plus we had just seen Bruce Campbell at the My Name is Bruce screening the week before. More on that later.) The show is a farce and it was farcey farce farce all right. Cute and light and fluffy and a nice little chuckle here and there. I agree with the reviews in that Spencer Kayden steals the show as the cook--she absolutely does times 100 (and I bet our friend Kristen did, too, when she played that part in a run of it last year). So if you are looking for something light and silly, there you go.

But it got me to thinking....Man, I am proud of our DADA show. It was interesting looking around and seeing the full theatre (though the house had been papered) and feeling like DDFD was "theatre light." Here we are, with a DADA show that we have all put our heart and souls into and bared ourselves so completely and cried over and struggled with and spun into something beautiful. Ours just feels so real. Their show felt fake. All in all I would say DDFD was....cute. That's all. Just cute. Not even great, really. And I certainly didn't didn't leave the theatre feeling moved or changed or challenged in anyway.

Even if no one else comes to see our show, I will go out on top knowing that we created something so unique, so scary, so freeing and real and gritty and confusing and hilarious and DADA. And even if after the show each night I feel like a physically and emotionally bruised and chewed up piece of shit, I feel damn good about that.

Only 2 more weeks to see it. That performance ticker on the right is getting smaller and smaller.

Regarding "My Name is Bruce." The Reid family has long been a fan of Mr. Campbell, as evidenced by the fact that we named a cat after him. I had seen him a few years back and a book signing, but we were excited to hear his Q&A after a movie screening at the Landmark. First of all, the movie isn't any good (sorry Bruce). Secondly, after answering a few questions, he said "I made this movie for you guys--the fans. Obviously, I'm not making anything here--I'm getting panned left and right" or something along those lines. The next day, I had a thought--he didn't make this movie for us at all. In the movie, he plays himself, but as a letcherous, washed-up asshole that no one in their right mind would like (and in the movie, no one does.) The fans don't want to see that. If anything, it changed my opinion of him in a negative way. I'm sure he had his reasons for it, but don't say you did it for me. I want my Bruce Campbell served up as a hero and all around nice guy. Even if he isn't.


You should be incredibly proud of DADA. It is an amazing thing and you are amazing in it. If Jeffrey Donovan were in it, then DADA too would be seen on the sides of buses.

But DADA *is* seen on banners downtown.

>>But DADA *is* seen on banners downtown.

Yeah. But, that only impacts the folks willing to look up and absorb something outside of their bubble of Ipod.

Miss Erica...please know that I am bringing 7 friends (many who saw the last DADA show you were a part of as well) and that I am excited to do so, since it is, once again (even though I didn't have a scrap to do with it) a production that makes me very proud to be part of this theater company.

If I don't say this to you 100 times in person, let me make sure you at least read it once online...

Thank you (and Fuzzy) for helping to make this an amazing show.

Thank you for all your pain and lovely wonder.

Thank you for making it different and a completely unique piece of theater every night.

Thank you.


oh my gosh, thank you so much, Rebecca. That means so much to me.

Thank you. Seriously.