to the new good omens fans who didn’t read the book
Thats’ ok!!!!! that’s perfectly ok, you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to!!
if it’s because you don’t really like reading, there’s a radio play you can check out, but otherwise the miniseries was absolutely spectacular and there’s Nothing bad with making it the only good omens content you will ever consume. you’re not a fake fan or anything and you’re a treasured member of the fandom either way.
having said that, here’s the original drunk conversation in the back of the bookshop (which was likely shortened to fit the BBC’s strict “No Over 60m Episodes” rule) because it’s a literally life-changing experience
I saw a production of Taming of the Shrew where the characters were gender-swapped, the aesthetic was 80s glam hair rock, and Petruchio was the lead singer of a band that played original songs between scenes.
Also, Petruchio was played by an incredibly hot Asian actress, and she winked at me.
Tie for my favorite tbh:
Macbeth as a post-apocalyptic mad-max style warlord, in which every faction spoke a different language. Subtitles were not provided. As the play went on everyone became progressively more mutated from radiation until Lord and Lady Macbeth were rabid dogs (Lady Macbeth’s descent into madness was chillingly well-done) and Birnam wood was played by extras dressed as mutated trees. Deeply entertaining, incredible feat of costumes and makeup.
vs.
The Comedy of Errors that was the adaptaion “Boys From Syracuse” but rewritten to be in 1960′s route 66, played out on a stage that consisted of a single run-down hotel room where there had been a double (hah!) booking. Absolute Masterpiece of Physical comedy and stage managment becuase they gradually destroy the set as the play reaches it’s fever-pitch of confusion. The finale was sung while parts of the stage were on fire.
I love batshit insane interpretations of Shakespeare with a burning passion.
the thought of aziraphale being in Crowley’s flat and seeing that fucking statue every single time he’s there. like hi crowley, oh there’s the statue of us fucking that you thought was subtle enough to be an intimidation tactic but is clearly just a product of your sexual frustration and 6000 years spent pining. lovely. shall we eat at the Ritz today?
What if it was a mutual purchase that they bought while drunk one time at an auction because they both thought it would be hilarious, and now a few hundred years later it’s still in Crowley’s flat because they have an unspoken competition over which of them will mention how awkward it is first
For anyone else who was initially confused like I was lol
