Hier ist noch ein schöner Bericht- mit einigen Bildern - thanks, marianaluthor
http://marianaluthor.tumblr.com/post/89558719608

Tolle Beschreibung des Ablauf des Stücks, auch wie sie das mit dem Bühnenbild machen

Na, das wird ja was werden: nackter Oberkörper, Ascheregen ... Nun bin ich mal gespannt, ob jemand mal postet, was da an seinem fledderigen Lederband baumelt. Oder ob ich das Rätsel erst im August selber lösen kann.

Ist es blöd, wenn ich sage, dass mich DAS mehr interessiert als eine Beschreibung seines Oberkörpers? Von letzterem wissen wir doch eigentlich schon wie er aussieht.

Na, das wird ja was werden: nackter Oberkörper, Ascheregen ... Nun bin ich mal gespannt, ob jemand mal postet, was da an seinem fledderigen Lederband baumelt. Oder ob ich das Rätsel erst im August selber lösen kann.

Bestimmt der Ring. Als Glücksbringer oder so. Kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass er den während der Vorstellung auch trägt. Aber wer weiß, was in den nächsten Wochen noch an Berichten eintrudelt! Vielleicht fragt ihn ja auch eine seiner Well-Wishers an der Stage Door.

Ich denke nicht, dass er darauf antwortet. Obwohl, so gut wie er im Moment drauf ist. Ich werde es vielleicht versuchen, wenn ich den Mut dazu habe; aber das ist auch im August und vielleicht haben wir bis dahin die Antwort.

Bestimmt der Ring. Als Glücksbringer oder so. Kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass er den während der Vorstellung auch trägt. Aber wer weiß, was in den nächsten Wochen noch an Berichten eintrudelt! Vielleicht fragt ihn ja auch eine seiner Well-Wishers an der Stage Door.

Good GAWD! I'm posting this here (it's on the Crucible Event page), and then I'm going to have to go lie down... THANK YOU
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(Dear admin, please remove this post should you consider it inappropriate.) RA US SAYS: It is ENTIRELY appropriate!
I'm sure a lot of people will have already posted/will be posting insightful, intellectual reviews on what an amazing performance the Crucible was on the first night.
So if it's alright, I'm just gonna cut straight to the porn.
(Just a bit before the porn: The stage is the in the shape of a crucible, meaning that there are many entrance aisles that lead up to to the oval-shaped stage that sits in the middle. Since everywhere is front stage, the amazing director and the amazing cast made sure that one could see the heart of the performance from every angle, which I think is pretty extraordinary.)
1.) Concerning: Stripping down.
I sat in the second row right next to one of the entrance aisles.
A couple of scenes into the play, it was a domestic setting -- John Proctor's house. I'm not going to go over how it's set up, let's just say that, amongst other things, there's a bucket of water just sitting there, waiting on the stage. John Proctor walked up in his sexy high collared coat, and glanced around with his smoulderingly sexy eyes. I stared. The girl in front of me stared. The dude to my right stared, and an old man to his right stared. Bloody hell, we all stared. What was John Proctor about to do? Oh he took off his coat, and now his scarf, uh-- that's nice? Yea it's his house, of course he would, oh--Oh? Oh my...
Ladies and gents! That shirt, that shirt that he wore underneath, simply KILLED! K director, I understand that Proctor's a farmer, so he's not suppose to be wealthy. But bless your heart dear director! If THAT material really was what was suppose to make up John bloody Proctor's shirt, he might as well be wearing NOTHING! Spare the fangirls their imaginations, what with the intense stage lighting and all. The shirt was creamy white, and anybody with eyes would just about make out the contour of his toned body, the rippling muscles underneath, and his chest, oh god his chest!
I've never been a fan of chest hair, just can't deal with it. -- Sorry, what was I saying again? BULLSHIT. RA's chest was GORGEOUS! That accursed shirt was crazily low-cut, and every inch of his chest just screamed perfection as the material hung lazily over it, ugh!!! Ladies and gents, he didn't wax, imagine that, and with his beard -- that image of him, he was just rugged, ripped, and down right scorching hot. No wonder why those girls in Salem were screaming witchcraft, it's pretty obvious John Proctor made pacts with the devil, he could BURN HELL singlehandedly if he kept that up!
In those moments where he just strode around the stage in that shirt, I was busy mentally stripping him to actually pay attention to him kneeling down before the bucket of water, and that... was when he took off his shirt.
Oh God.
2.) Concerning: Dripping wet, dat booty, and bless his abs!
I cursed under my breath, he had his back turned to me. C'mon! I wanna see da front! da glorious fronttttt! Then all thoughts vanished as the glorious man gloriously bent down above the bucket of water, his glorious hands scooping up the water and washing his glorious face. My point? he had his back turned to me, my dears, and he was on his knees -- meaning I got a full view of his shapely behind. And at this point I didn't realise I was actually drooling for real, but then the dude beside me started snickering at me, and well... I'm not ashamed, not one bit. Ok I am.
Alas! The angels heard my pleas, because RA then grabbed a towel, dabbed his face, and then slowly -- painstakingly slowly turned around...
Oh god, his abs! Those six packs were made to KILL, and were glistening with water droplets, and just perfect in every humanly possible ways!
Then, he grabbed his shirt.
Oh Richard, don't you dare--!
and swung it on.
Damn you, Richard, not even gonna let me savour this moment for just a bit longer? Really? No?
And pulled the shirt down.
*Sigh*
Well I thought that was my sexual frustration over, but --
...I'd never been so wrong, in all my life.
Because apparently RA didn't BOTHER with using the towel to dab his chest. So as you may have already guessed-- yes, the exposed chest (plus the hair and all) was glistening with water under the stage light, and a bit more water soaked through that painfully thin material.
We. Saw. EVERYTHING.
I. regret. NOTHING.
3.) Concerning: Abigail Williams
So for those of you who didn't know, Abigail Williams is a girl in Salem, the minister's niece. She had an extra-marital affair with John Proctor (because, honestly, who wouldn't want to?) She was his downfall, because Proctor was guilt-ridden. In one of the scenes, he lashed out at her. And believe me when I say the play was intense, because it was, for real. They actually slapped each other, dragged one another off by the hair, and in Proctor's case with Abigail -- was seduced, got angry, raced her around the stage, yanked her by her clothes towards him, threw her down, and pinned her onto the floor on all fours -- yup, for real. Then he broke the furnitures and pinned her onto a table, for real.
Need I say it was hot? Need I say the dude beside me was fidgeting to get a better view? Need I say we were ALL gaping and drooling and fidgeting to get a better view while trying to preserve some sense of dignity?!
Morality aside. Huns, I was SURE all of us in the theatre were Abigail Williams at this point. Because I would do the devil's bidding in hell a hundred times over to be in that girl's shoes.
4.) Concerning: Minor stuff.
Of course this list is not going to be encompassing, because seriously is there an end to Richard's hawtness? I double dare any contender. John Proctor was brooding throughout the entire play, reminding me a bit of Guy of Gisborne. However, there was one instance where he smiled rather smugly at Giles, it lasted only seconds, and unless you're seated at a certain side of the theatre you would've missed it.
I, died.
It was all teeth and fangs, and oh the smugness on his face.
I died, again.
Then there were the kisses he shared with his wife, Elizabeth. A rather cold one at the beginning of the play, then a massively hot make out session at the end of the play which had me drooling and crying at the same time because my emotions couldn't handle it anymore, and my feels had long been ruined.
5.) Onto a more personal take:
*There was a moment during the play when I curiously poked my head into the aisle and looked back to see where John Proctor got rushed off to. I nearly broke my neck snapping my head back as he got rushed back on crazy fast. His shirt was about 2 inches from my nose when he brushed past, so I'm not really in a position to complain.
*Richard's a bloody teaser. After the play ended, and there was a standing ovation. The cast came up to bow, twice, and on the second time, RA remained on the stage for a while, people started whistling, and he smiled...oh he smiled that bloody gorgeous smile of his and the world lit up again. And it would've all been fine if this gloriously mischievous man hadn't decided it would be a wonderful idea to lock eyes with some fans as he does that sexy grin.
Well, I found myself looking at him straight in the eye at one point, so I smiled back. His lips curled up into this crooked smirk, he stared, and nodded slightly with that smile on his lips, then looked away.
I was done for.
*After the play, outside the Stage Door, I was finally at the front of the queue. I was just about collapsing when he was standing just right in front of me with that gorgeous smile of his on his face. After all that smouldering he did on stage, he's actually really shy. Can't compliment him on his performance, he'll just smile shyly and not meet your eye and mutter a quiet thank you. Hnnnnggg! It's adorable!
Out of all the things I said to him, this one stuck:
Me: "Uhm.. I was wondering, I-- uhm.. Could I have a hug please?"
Him: -- "Aww, of course you can! Come here..."
ah.

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Hier ist noch ein Bericht... gepostet von einer well-wisherin via RA US on Facebook:

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