It had to happen eventually. Last night we went to see a Broadway play with tickets we had gleefully purchased through our much beloved ticket discounter. And we ended up in the nosebleed section. The problem is not so much that you can't hear or see, because you can. The problem is getting to your seat without being overcome by dizziness and other symptoms of acrophobia and tumbling to your death before the curtain rises.
Of course once I was in my seat, I found it hilarious watching other people try to get to theirs. A couple of old guys actually crawled up the stairs. One woman was leaning forward at about 90 degrees, obviously fearful that a less acute angle would lead to certain death. And these seat-seekers were not all old fogies either. (We *know* acrophobia increases with age, don't we?) But one young woman wimpered at her date, "Hold my hand, Andrew, my balance isn't so good." (Sigh. Hand to the forehead. Eyes peeping from lowered lids.)
Something else happened last night, too. Durf and I diverged in our opinion of the play. Not a first, by any means but a surprise this time...to me, anyway. The play was Noel Coward's "A Brief Encounter." It was made into a movie, back in 1945. It's about a married woman who almost has an affair with a man she meets in a railway station. The director of this Broadway version did some inventive things, like integrating scenes from the movie and having the actors walk into the movie itself. She also had the actors act out some sound effects.
It all worked for me, but not for Durf, I guess. A "too kitchy" thumbs down from the guy who will admit in public that he liked the movie Eraserhead!
1 comment:
that's a classic movie. the play sounds interesting but one would have to see the "walking into the movie" scenes to see if they worked for one.
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