roving eyeball theatre

“What did YOU do on Valentine’s Day, Tracey?”

“Oh, you know, did a little Roving Eyeball Theatre. So, uhm, stay tuned.”

Here’s the trailer. Can you hear That Voiceover Guy:

“In a world where there were only eyeballs, she was the eyeballsiest.”

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11 Replies to “roving eyeball theatre”

  1. Okay, Tracey, honey – you’re scaring me a little now…

    Might be time to take a ‘personal day’ away from all the coffeehouse set-up stuff, ya think?

  2. First off: gorgeous eyeballs.

    Let’s get that out of the way.

    Second of all: I want to know who that character is. Is she a depressive? Or a serial killer in training? Is she a spiritually bereft administrative assistant? Or a trapeze artist in her own head?

    I need to know more!!!

  3. Sheila — Well, this is Shar. She’s a grown woman with dreams of Olympic figure skating glory. At an age when most skaters retire, she nurses dreams of gold medals. So she’s a bit delusional. She’s trained every morning for 20 years with her gay cousin coach, who is wheelchair bound, bossing him ruthlessly, so he’s less coach than victim and yes-man. He’s been a captive for years in more ways than one. But today, after witnessing another less-than-stellar skate from Shar, after years of witnessing the thousands just like it that came before, he has FINALLY told her:

    “Shar … you are the worst skater I have ever seen. You will never EVER win a gold medal — or any medal, anywhere. You are old, you suck, and I’m through.”

  4. Ooh! I love Steve Buscemi! He can be the gay cousin coach.
    Marty Feldman, well, is dead, so sadly, WON’T be cast in this picture.

    And, Brian, it isn’t BULGING Eyeball Theatre. 😉

    Actually, Sheila, it may not be a comedy. I’m assuming that — with that look in Shar’s eyes as her cousin is talking to her — something not very nice happens next. But a bad thing can be played funny — or not, I suppose. I guess I was thinking only of what made her have that look in her eyes.

  5. [dryly interested in a passive sort of way, she thought to herself]
    I can’t wait to see where this is headed.
    [and then started humming “Trapeze” by Patty Griffin]
    Little pink dress
    hangin’ by her knees
    just overhead on the old trapeze
    in the old tent tonight
    spotlight
    goin’ round
    one a’ these nights
    the old girl’s goin’ down
    halellujah
    the old girl’s goin’ down

  6. When I read “eyeballsiest” that’s what I got… can’t help it. Sorry to hear about poor Marty, he was priceless in Young Frankenstien, may he rest in peace. And you are right to love Steve.

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