I hope no one person was there to see all of it, because I messed up several times last night trying to recognize people at the Bus Stop rehearsal. At one point I confided to someone that I was trying to call actors over to try on costumes, but was hampered by not being able to remember their real names.
She gave me an understanding nod and said: “Steve.”
“Oh, my name’s not Steve,” I replied, before I realized she was telling me the name of the man who’d just walked by.
I hope she thought I was making a joke.
She gave me an understanding nod and said: “Steve.”
“Oh, my name’s not Steve,” I replied, before I realized she was telling me the name of the man who’d just walked by.
I hope she thought I was making a joke.
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Date: 2025-08-28 02:51 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2025-08-30 03:26 am (UTC)From:“Oh, my name’s not Steve,” I replied, before I realized she was telling me the name of the man who’d just walked by.
Hey, Leslie Nielsen would be proud.
(I have just realized that the 1956 film version of Bus Stop is one of the many movies that I watched because it has approximately twelve seconds of Hans Conried in it.)
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Date: 2025-08-30 12:35 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2025-08-30 12:40 pm (UTC)From:A film-only character, then: a photographer for Life magazine who has been detailed to cover the rodeo and is doing so in classically jaundiced Hans Conried fashion. "Don't fall off!" he calls to the rider of a bucking bronco as he raises his camera. Less than five seconds later, in disgust at the shot he didn't get: "He fell off."