Usually when your parents hack your social media accounts and read all your posts, it turns into a nightmare. In my case, it turns into unexpected presents. Example: I tweet about my favorite type of Ritz cracker, and my mom sends me six boxes of Ritz crackers for my birthday.
Now, for those who are not aware, I have a name twin. She is a Pulitzer Prize winning playwright named Annie Baker, as a matter of fact. Recently our paths have crossed. Well not really. Basically, a film festival used her picture on my badge (the picture above, actually) and a Dallas Newspaper mentioned me in a tweet thinking my twitter handle was hers. Point of the story – I tweeted a photo of an article about the opening of her most recent Pulitzer Prize winning play, “The Flick,” and made a dumb joke. A few days later, an Amazon delivery shows up at my house. My mom sent me a copy of “The Flick.” Boom! Social media delivers.
So here we are, and I have read “The Flick.” I have to preface this one. I read a lot of fucking plays in college. But that was a long time ago now, and I’m not used to reading them. I forget that they are way better when performed, and it’s often difficult to see the full effect when reading the script. That being said, I had a bit of an issue with some of the dialogue. It didn’t feel natural a lot of the time and the film snob kid was pretty insufferable with his rants on “cinema.” I hate the word “cinema.” The reason for my preface is that there were quite a few legit moments throughout the play that made me think the dialogue could be fixed with a good performance.
I can’t say I loved it, but I am glad I read it. It makes me curious to read one that is not centered around cinephiles. But this is not a sign for my mom to send me more books. Stop buying me things! But this was nice though.