On Saturday night, I went to see a live improvised version of Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
I was pretty NRVOUS, because, as I told my housemates,
"I tend to hate improv, but I tend to fucking love Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
I liked it, but mostly, I'm sure, because of my undying love for the original.
The improv parts were ok, but the suggestions from the audience were not great, so the performers didn't have a lot to work with. The guy who played Cameron was fantastic, even though, through audience suggestions, his father was Bill Cosby and the Ferrari was the cab from Ghost Dad.
It basically made me think of what my sister and I acted out in our basement.
Ok, we never did that, but we totally could have.