Second Attempt = A Show!

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Second Attempt = A Show!

Acting require serious training, you can't just pick up a camera and start filming.

Blogger Peter
Date Posted September 19th, 2007
Description Peter here...still no word from Anne so let's give this "cheering up" thing another go. If my cat Mouschi can't get through to her, nothing will.
YouTube Tags LG15 lonelygirl15 lonelyjewfifteen anne frank peterbeast attic play shakespeare mouschi hamlet
Production Credits
Executive Producer(s) Jenni Powell and Adam Daroff
Director(s) Adam Daroff
Vidplay Jenni Powell
Story Jenni Powell
Editor(s) Adam Daroff
Peter Daniel Weiss
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Second Attempt = A Show! is the twelfth video in the LonelyJew15 video series. It is also the twelfth video of season one.


Peter: The Cookies experiment was total horsefeathers. I guess I'm going to have to try something else. What not a lot of people know is that before we went into hiding, I was a master thespian. (Reading Dictionary) Thespian. Adjective. Of or relating to drama. The movie director had thespian cooperation. Noun. A theatrical performer. Synonym: Actor. (Closes dictionary). Well, Anne seems to really like movies, but most of the stuff she watches - so uncivilized. That Charlie Chaplin makes me want to upchuck. So I thought that I would reenact a scene from my favorite Shakespearean play. I present to you: Socklet. (Cut to Mouschi sitting on the rug drinking out of a saucer of milk. An action figure of the Burger King guy sits nearby. Socrates the Sock Puppet enters from the right.)

Socrates: Oh no! The drink! The drink! Oh my dear Hamlet, the drink. The drink, I am poisoned. (Green enters)

Green: It is here Hamlet. Hamlet, thou are slain. No medicine in the world can do thee good. In thee there is not a half an hour of life. The treacherous instrument is in my hand. Unbaited and inventled. The foul practice hath turned itself on me, low, here I lie. Never to rise again. Thy mother's poisoned. I can do no more. The King! The King is to blame.

Socrates: (holding a knife) The point, in venom too. Let venom do thy work. (Dies, knocking over the king in the process.)

Peter: So what do you think Anne? Perhaps an encore is in order? (Bows. Cut to black. Cut to Mouschi eating the Burger King guy. "That's not right" can be heard in the background.)