A set of dress-rehearsal pictures from tech week
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Synopsis: boy meets girl, and later, boy goes to visit girl at the Tin Market where she bartends. Peter and Rita have the highest proportion of lines by a large margin. |
Wanna come back to my place? I get off in about seven minutes.
and the relief shift soon shows up to take over. |
A pleasant evening stroll, chatting about politics and such ... |
... back to Rita's apartment, a cozy little nest.
Hey, this is great! |
One thing rapidly leads to another, and ... |
... soon we're basking in the afterglow. |
Discussions about life, kids, philosophies ... |
... and dirtiest fantasies, soon leading to more hanky-panky. |
A couple of weeks later: a nice dinner at her place ... |
... and serious discussions of marriage.
[Kiss scenes are some of the few times they actually hold still!] |
Time to go meet her parents.
[Where we're finally on the actual stage...] |
Peter explains his microfiche-management duties.
... so that's like a database, right? |
Peter passes scrutiny, and they all get along quite well, even getting into some personal details... |
This is the only scar you'll ever see in the shape of a saxophone! |
A while later, wedding preparation at the parents' house ...
Don't look! Aaah, you looked! |
and the ceremony itself.
[There would have been way more light on this from SL, but one of the extra dimmer packs hadn't gotten properly plugged in at the beginning of the evening...] |
Say "bullshit!" |
Meanwhile, the old man wanders in, quietly helps himself to some bubbly, and
amid a bit of confusion asks to kiss the bride.
[None of the leadup pictures to which were actually usable...] |
Something very odd occurs during that ... |
General chaos ensues, with most attention focused on the old man and Rita just looking sort of shell-shocked. |
The aunt makes sure the couple is okay while the others are heading down the street after the old man trying to make sure he's okay. |
The old main hightails it into the distance and everyone comes back; problem resolved, we think. |
Peter describes the plane trip to Jamaica, and his first hints that something is very different. The script cleverly has him changing to his vacation garb at the same time. |
... down to the pool that morning, as husband and wife. |
You're my puppy-puppy. |
Do my back. |
Rita, or rather the old person with a new lease on life, describes all the adventurous things she wants to do ... with you on my arm. |
Peter tries to keep up with the suddenly tireless and fearless Rita,
... but nothing felt ... nothing felt. |
I'll have a Long Island iced tea
which mysteriously stumps both the Jamaican waiter and Rita the supposedly seasoned bartender. Hmmm. |
It's so beautiful here!
But Peter's mind is much more occupied with forming many more test questions. |
But Rita doesn't *want* children! And your father's a dentist, not a surgeon, and you don't *have* any brothers or sisters! |
She tries to divert his attention to looking at the moon and just drinking life in, which is still uncharacteristic... |
You're just ... not ... you! |
Somehow they get through the rest of the honeymoon and return home, with a brief rendezvous at the parental homestead. |
Peter gets back to the office; his business partner doesn't offer much help on theories about swapping souls. |
Spaetzles?? |
You've been reading her journals, haven't you? ...
I'm on to you! |
Despondent, Peter heads for the bar ... |
... where he coincidentally spots the old man.
Do I know you? You were at my wedding, weren't you? |
Peter has luckily found Rita's brain again, and they catch up on what happened and what to try and do about it. |
This of course complicates matters quite a bit. |
Some research is in order: a call to the old man's daughter Leah in an attempt to get more information ... |
Here, it's your daughter!
No no no I don't want to talk to her |
The call is somewhat inconclusive but at least they know that the old man has a history of wandering off... |
More discussions on life, and the progress of one's personality through the years... |
For passage of time, Peter describes how they spend the next two weeks together ... |
... as the old married couple. |
The parents have been unreachable the whole time but finally return from wherever they went, and Peter manages to schedule a meeting. |
You know, Peter, they're never the same. They're always changing. |
A tender moment with whatever part of Rita is here, despite appearances, as the lights fade... |
Despite risk of disapproval from Dr. Boyle, Mom nonetheless brings her daughter over for a talk. |
Come on! Tie his feet! |
A forced kiss fails to restore things. |
Peter, give me the knife. Or ... just put it down. Put it down. |
More introspective thought about what happened and the motivation behind it begins to lead closer to a solution. |
(both) If I could just get inside. |
Weirdness occurs again ... |
... Rita! |
... like an old suit ... |
You're a good kid, but you're not my type.
[I didn't *mean* to make him look like "Stumpy", that's just how the arm swinging happened to get captured...] |
You're the miracle. |
Curtain call |