kick ass

Christy and Luke are back from Gippsland. Went round to theirs in the ute and took them to the Brunswick baths last night for the last hour til the pool closed. Sat ourselves in the spa (tripping over the old men) and talked scheduling. Three sessions of physical training and one of performance work a week? Getting performance trainers in to work with us? Shannon to train us in acro? I think: I should have a look at the Arts Vic dates. We’ll know if we got the funding 15 weeks from when the application went in. That will effect our planning.

Drove out to Northlands with a bottle of juice each. ‘Kick Ass’ Luke said we had to see it. ‘It’s creative development for the superhero show.’ Which it is. Squealed with laughter and horror at the action and the gore. Appreciated the soundtrack immensely “I don’t give a damn about my reputation.” And were slightly disturbed by the whole child-soldier element.

Drove home through the dark Northcote streets and talked. Talked about how often superhero movies will have a moment of redemption where the superhero lets a bad guy go after having him fully at his mercy. Or the classic moment where an action hero will let a bad guy go and immediately be attacked by him again and need to kill him.

I think you could do that moment over and over and over again. The hero nearly killing the bad guy and then relenting. The bad guy coming back for more and then the hero getting him in his power and nearly killing him and then relenting and so on…until someone breaks it up. Could be hilarious.

About how revenge makes violence ok. Or how it doesn’t really. About how satisfying it is to see a bully go down. How Spiderman and the Phantom don’t kill.

Luke despises the phantom. I tell him he’s prejudiced and Christy laughs and nods. He tries to explain that it’s the costume. No one could look good in that.

I drop them at the warehouse and kiss them goodbye. Eight o’clock in the morning for training.

Anzac bisuits on the table when I get home. Cute, baking housemates.