Mariel Calloway

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You Gave Me Life, Now Show Me How to Live

October 31, 2018 /

This seems like the perfect pair of shows to launch my inaugural Spec Fic Archives blog. I’ll be honest, I always get a little queasy when I delve into the idea of writing about theatre, but I’m going to do it anyway.  My preference is to focus strictly on storytelling, and theatre introduces a whole host of elements that also deserve equal attention and analysis, and sometimes I don’t have the patience to (or even the awareness of how to) assess them adequately.  However, the combination of Frankenstein, Sci Fi, and Halloween is too good to pass up!

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Hamlet and My Problems: Infinity, Madness, and Literary Paralysis

August 7, 2018 /

While much of this site has primarily concerned itself with the nexus of film and screenwriting, I expect that this will change more and more in the near future. I’ve had a religious conversion of sorts back to the written word. A repentance brought on by night visions and fever dreams. For anyone interested in the story leading up to this, feel free take a look at my sports blog article here. I battled with frequent bouts of illness in the earlier part of the year which for some reason led me to a fascination with the foundational texts of English poetry, which grew into an obsession with various expressions of old literature.

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Hipsters & Daggers: “Hamlet” London Theatre Review

October 16, 2015 /

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“I thought it was dystopian!”
“I thought it was modern?”
“I thought it was the past…”

The Millennials are confused, and understandably so. The Barbican Centre’s production of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, directed by Lyndsey Turner and filmed before a live audience, presents a unique and refreshing perspective on the 400-year-old play. It is not the medieval Danish world of Shakespeare’s setting, and nor does it sit well within any of the centuries that have occurred since then. The buildings are Victorian, the uniforms modern, the clothing contemporary, but the weapons historic. Hamlet has traded in his doublet for a David Bowie shirt, but keeps a dagger by his side and listens to Nat King Cole albums on an old record player. And just wait until you see Horatio.

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U2

June 5, 2015 /

NOTE: I’d like to warn everyone that this memoir is super long and fairly detailed. I’ve broken it up into chapters to aid with navigation. Feel free to read as much or as little as you please. Or, if you prefer, just skim through and look at the pictures. I wrote this more for myself so that years from now when the memories start to fade and I start to wonder if it really all happened, I’ll have this record to force it back into reality.

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Wednesday 5/27 – Night 2

June 5, 2015 /
Another day, another wristband

Another day, another wristband

I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t know Houston had been flooding.  I woke up around 6:00am that morning in both a state of blissful delirium but also uncertain foreboding. I couldn’t sleep; a phenomenon that would reoccur mercilessly over the next several days as the needling pangs of excitement for what had happened and what could be would return to me. I checked my phone and saw an update from my sister, Nia. She told me that her flight which had been scheduled for an 8:00am departure had now been delayed two hours.

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