Saturday, May 29, 2010

A matter of perspective...

I saw a play the other night that was really really really not good.

As in, I might have sent a text message at intermission saying, "If Mia (my 4-year-old niece) wrote, directed and starred in her own one-woman show, it would look like A Streetcar Named Desire next to this thing."

(Actually, that play WOULD be pretty fun...)

The actors did the most with what they were given, and I really can't fault them, but they really looked pretty embarrassed up there. At curtain call, of course I applauded for them...but I really couldn't get over just how "really really really not good" this play was.

When I got home, I read through some reviews and found everybody else agreed with me.

I clicked-on the show's official Facebook page and found a series of photos of the cast...some were publicity shots, others were of the young actors hanging-out off-stage. They looked so happy! They looked like they were truly enjoying each other...like they had formed lifelong bonds through this experience together.

They left comments on the photos saying things like "I love you!" and "This is such a great photo of us!"

It made me tear-up a bit. Not gonna lie.

And I realized...maybe it doesn't matter just how "really really really not good" that play was.

Maybe the happy looks on their faces and the friendships they'll have forever are all that matter...

As a playwright, I can only hope that one day I'll write something and have the actors react the same way...

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, May 20, 2010

A new song from...

...the scarily talented Peter Cincotti.

Lovely stuff.

Makes me wonder who "Madeline" is...but then I realize, "Well, he probably just went with it because rhymes enough with 'mind', 'time' and 'climb.'"

This song could also be about my dear Great-Aunt Adeline.

How great is this guy?!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lURkMV7XQqc

Diana Rissetto

It's a strange thing to say...

..."If I had a son who was only a few years younger than me, I'd like to think he'd be a lot like you."

I have said somewhat similar things about celebrities in the past...I always tell Cheyenne Jackson that I feel like he's the older brother I never had...and I'd love to marry Apolo Ohno...Drew Barrymore and I would absolutely be best friends given the chance...and if Tovah Feldshuh was my aunt, we'd have a BALL together!

However, having a son three years younger than me is the most impossible out of all these ideals.

Logically, I know that.

But there's really no other way to describe how I feel about Jonathan Groff.

I wish he was my son.

Look at that face!



I first came familiar with Jonathan when the rest of the world did...with his star turning performance in Spring Awakening on Broadway. Over the past couple of years, I have dealt with Jonathan professionally. Briefly, but enough to pick-up on the fact that he is just the most delightful soul. A quality young gentleman out of another era.

His parents deserve a round of applause. They did a great job.

He couldn't be any cuter if he was training seeing eye dogs or volunteering in a senior citizen center.

Jonathan is currently making guest appearances every week on Fox's Glee as the new guy, Jesse St. James. And, this is said without any biased in favor of the boy I wish were my son, he's doing a fantastic job. That boy can act.

(He totally COULD physically pass as my son, too. I mean, look at the fair skin, the curly hair. Absolutely.)

I'm such a weirdo.

Diana Rissetto

Sometimes it's impossible not to listen in on other people's conversations on the train

Such as when...

--your Ipod has died.

--your phone has died.

--the train is rather quiet and empty.

--you don't have a good book with you.

--somebody is arguing very loudly on the phone and sitting right in front of you.

When all five of those things happen at the same time, it is next-to-impossible not to.

The other day, I was coming home and the man in front of me was fighting...loudly.

I learned his life story during that trip.

Another young woman was sitting across the aisle from me, and we occasionally looked over at each other...somewhat amused, but mostly horrified.

The way this man was talking to his wife was disgraceful...disrespectful...demeaning...disgusting.

I started to think about this couple I, of course, do not know, and started wondering what kind of a woman would put-up with being spoken to like that by the person who vowed to love and respect her for the rest of her life. It made me incredibly sad. I have a hard time believing it was a one-time thing, and if he speaks that way to her in public, I can only imagine how bad he is when nobody else was around. Granted, I had no idea what was being said on the other side of the line, but nothing warranted the way this man was talking to her.

It was horrible.

My new friend from across the aisle and I got-off at the same stop. We both shook our heads at each other. She said, "I was texting with my husband, 'You would not BELEIVE this guy on the train right now...'"

I told her, "And I bet it made you appreciate him more..."

(I realize that this conversation sounds quite fake, but, really...that's what I said.)

I would rather be single for the rest of my life than be married and spoken to the way that man was talking to his wife. I wonder why any woman would put-up with that.

It just makes me incredibly sad...

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

"Hey! Get your elbow out of my prosciutto!"

You know when something just strikes you as absolutely hilarious...and you're really not sure WHY...but it's the funniest thing you have ever heard, and you could think about it in the middle of the grocery store and crack-up?

That's exactly how I feel about, "Hey! Get your elbow out of my prosciutto!"

Several years ago, my family was sitting at Easter dinner, and my cousin Anthony turned and said to my (vegetarian self), "Hey! get your elbow out of my prosciutto!"

I filled my mother, who wasn't there, in on the new funniest thing in the world.

My mom asked me, "Why did he tell you to get your elbow out of his prosciutto?"

"Well...because...my elbow was in his prosciutto!"

I recently wrote a play which uses the line, "Hey! Get your elbow out of my prosciutto!" When I told my cousins that this line would be immortalized in theatre, we ended-up having a conversation about it in the car.

The man who gave us that line said, "See, it's only funny in context...it's really not funny if I were to just say, 'Hey! Get your elbow out of my prosciutto!"

His wife said, "No...it's still funny..."

I agreed, "Yeah...it will ALWAYS be funny."

In August, my play will make its world premiere, and part of me is nervous that nobody will laugh at the, "Hey! Get your elbow out of my prosciutto!" line. I will be really disappointed if that happens, and so I ask you, if you do come see the play...

Please laugh at that line.

Diana Rissetto

Sunday, May 2, 2010

There comes a time...

...when you just have to say to yourself, "I'm a good person and my heart is almost always in the right place...I can't change the past, and I can't control other people. I can't fix everything, but I can try...and I tried my best. It's time to let go and realize things have changed."

Diana Rissetto

Saturday, May 1, 2010

You know what commercial I really hate?

The AT&T commercial (and my dad worked for AT&T my entire life) with the couple watching their son become president. It flashes backwards, and we learn that the couple met when the husband spotted the wife on the train and he was able to change his train ticket and jump into the seat across from her...all because he has an iPhone.

Now, this commercial is a killer for hopeless romantics who don't get out much...such as myself.

It makes me figure...what's the point of stressing about anything or even attempting to meet anybody? Why bother with stuff like Match.com and blind dates?

Why should I do ANY of that when there's a very good chance that I can end-up with the best "how we met" story EVER? I'm perfectly fine staying home and reading and only meeting gay guys when I DO go out...because I could very well meet the great love of my life like THIS!

I also don't own an iPhone...and this commercial makes me wonder if I really SHOULD get one for this soul purpose.

Rather genius advertisement, then. You have proved your point, AT&T.

Diana Rissetto