David is freaking delicious. And unfortunately two months older than my dad, so that's a little awkward, but I've kinda stopped caring. I just want his hair and the specs. And the kilt.
And actually, I kinda like finding "That's what she said" jokes in Shakespeare, because in the text they're usually pretty subtle. Now, in the Twelfth Night, they are REALLY out there. I guess people like to smut up his plays- and it was fairly funny naughtiness, but just enough that I'm VERY glad my grandma didn't see it with me. I'm sure she likes her eyeballs in her sockets.
The play was amazing though- they stuck to pretty much all the original lines (I know they didn't omit anything, but they might have added a little bit). Feste, the fool, had a brilliant voice and he was superbly hillarious, and on the cover of the playbill. The Sir Toby/Sir Andrew/Maria/Malvolio sobplot was excellent, and only distracted you from the love triangle a little, as a side of light naughty humor in between the heavy, hillarious love drama. Malvolio, in particular, played a very convincing stuck up, prudish, snotty steward. They had an excellent Orsino and Olivia, and Viola was very good too. They even let Sebastian run around mostly nekked for a bit, so I got quite an eyeful of yummy. Mozart was all the background music, and they liked to incorporate the actions of the minor characters into hinting at certain intrigues that was very amusing. I think the best part was Fabian saying "Allons-y!" (that's a Doctor Who joke) and Sir Andrew's ridiculous outfit of shocking neon green. I loved it, and I really want to see it again.