Bright, never-tiring eyes watch this world
As silently and patiently as stars
Making their endless rounds above us.
'Glen or Glenda' Movie ReviewIntroduction:'Glen or Glenda' Movie Review by ShakespeareFreak
I first became interested in seeing this movie because it is referenced in my favorite Johnny Depp film, Ed Wood. I saw Plan 9 from Outer Space for the same reason. Plan 9, by the way, is a train wreck, with few redeeming qualities save as an unintentional comedy. Glen or Glenda, however, left me with considerably more complicated feelings.
About the Film:
The film was originally inspired by the true story of Christine Jorgensen, a MTF transgender whose sex change operation made the headlines back in the 1950s. But Jorgensen refused to give up the rights to her story, forcing the studio to create a fictional story rather than a biopic.
Edward D. Wood, Jr., who directed it, wrote the screenplay, and starred as Glen/Glenda (under the false name “Daniel Davis”), was himself a transvestite, and the film was semi-autobiographical.
The film also starred Béla Lugosi as “The Scientist,” a sort of omniscient
The Horseback of Neightre Dame: DarknessThe Horseback of Neightre Dame: Darkness by ShakespeareFreak
(A MLP / HoND crossover songfic)
Twilight Sparkle was pacing, her mind a whirling confusion of thoughts. It seemed her brain wanted one thing, and her body wanted… something else entirely. Why? She’d never had these sorts of… feelings… before. She liked books and studying; things that were logical. Books weren’t like ponies; they were predictable, solid… they followed a formula, and no matter how many times she read one, it would end the same way. Books made sense. These feelings, these… these urges… made no sense whatsoever.
As she paced, back and forth, back and forth, her mind returned to the events that had left her in this turmoil of confusion…
When Princess Celestia had sent her to Ponyville to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration, Twilight had been more worried about Nightmare Moon’s prophesied return than the Celebration itself. But as it turned o
Am I Not King? Part II (Text-Only)The First DayAm I Not King? Part II (Text-Only) by ShakespeareFreak
I remember what I expected, on the drive to that first “Measure for Measure” rehearsal. I, swelled up with pride, thought that I would be the only one there who had any previous knowledge of Shakespeare. I saw, with my mind’s eye, the director, Richard (a man with brown hair, a beard, and a deep, rich voice, whom I had seen only once before, giving a speech about YSP before the “Richard II” performance) asking if anyone had any prior Shakespeare experience. I saw, too, in that clear mental image, the other children look around at each other, foolish and silent, while I waved my hand wildly in the air, a huge grin on my face. For some reason, that was what this naïve 10-year-old expected.
But what really happened that first day was unexpected, wonderful, indescribable. I soon discovered that almost all the other children were as familiar with Shakespeare as I was, but that was hardly the important thing (though it did deflat