Do you remember that scene in Billy Elliot where Billy is dancing, and he enters another plane, a plane of pure happiness? For me, that plane is attained by playing charades.
My primary problem in this regard is that charades cannot be played alone, and I have managed to surround myself with a group of family and friends who either don’t embrace playing charades, or who are decidedly charades-averse.
And so I never get to play.
As my family members will, I’m sure, attest, I tend towards the manic side of the charades spectrum during play, always taking the labyrinthian and circuitous path so as to amplify the challenge (and, if I’m to accept an accusation of attraction to the pure “look at me” quality of the game, more time on stage). I recall a charade for “Happy Days” that I managed to sproing out into 9 or 10 individual clues.
From Isaac, charades-averse himself, comes a link to this hilarious trailer on the ZeD site (warning: hilarity may only exist if you are charades-positive). Watching it, I’m evermore thirsting for a match.
But alas, no.
If perchance anyone in the readership is a member of an underground charades playing speakeasy, please let me know. I’m in.
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Could you play it over the net by live video chat…I mean live video pantomime?
Sorry you got me remembering. There is nothing like husband and wife competition in Charades. Years ago, I set for Robin a line from John Masters autobiography set in the North West frontier.
There is no way that the audience could “get it” without her acting out every word.
The lines was an old Pathan proverb — “There is a boy across the river with a bottom like a peach — but alas I cannot swim!”
How would you do this? She was successful.
The big charade is funny but the thought of you sproinging into action like some super nerd is even more hilarious.
I have always thought of Peter as subdued, but now I suppose it would be more accurate to say that while not opposed to sproinging, he rarely does so.