. . . And so far, nothing spooky.
So-I try to watch theatre with a critical but humble eye. It's so easy to get uber-critical about things that I have strong opinions about. It's also easy to get carried away with nit-picking. It got to a point a few years ago where I couldn't see a show without a split brain-half acting it out in my brain with ME on stage, and half re-directing it. In short, attending theatre grew tedious and stressful.
So.
I have given myself the luxury of attending the theatre for the sake of the show. As an audience member, there is absolutely no need to be in any sort of competition with the play. Opinions (and occasional mental directing) are bound to pop up, but for the most part, I try to do my best to Bear Witness. To observe and delight in the experience of Live theatre.
That being said . . .
T and I took in "Danny and the Deep Blue Sea" tonight. I am a fan of John Patrick Shanley, and there have probably been at least a half dozen people who have told me that I should do that show. Tonight, I saw why. I'd kill it. Tonight's performance was great-it's going to be a crapshoot out here in Los Angeles: sometimes it's aces and sometimes it's shit on a stick. Tonight was great. Cute theatre with a happy and helpful staff. Comfortable seats in an intimate space. The tech was on-point and the acting was surprising. With my assumed attachment to this particular piece, however, I couldn't stop myself from second guessing the action. My bad folks . . . I only gave 40% as an audience member . . . you deserved more.
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