Starting with: OH.MY.GOD. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Gobsmacked. Honestly. Still crying. OK. Moving on.
This was one of the most beautiful, most moving, most fabulously directed productions I've seen in a long time. It was glorious to look at, glorious to listen to, and glorious to sob at (repeatedly) in theatrical wonder. Part of me doesn't really want to say all that much about it because experiencing it, without prior knowledge (like I did last night), is the way to go. If I tell you about all the beautiful, sad, gorgeous things I saw and heard and felt, then you'll be looking for them. Maybe.
photo credit: Sara Krulwich |
I believe this company has done the show at least twice before, at Yale and at the La Jolla Playhouse, and their intimacy with the production and with each other is evident. There is a fluidity already inherent in the production elements, but the cast just expanded things and made the universe even more full. The six actors play dozens of characters each and they do them all wonderfully well. It was amazing how they used just a costume piece or a prop to become another fully-rounded character, time and time again.
In the interest of full-disclosure, not all of the audience was as enraptured as I. The woman next to me slept through the whole thing. The woman behind me, who, in the moments before the lights went down said "I have really low expectations," declared after the show was over "well, those low expectations were met and exceeded." How can anyone have low expectations before a Paula Vogel play? I don't get it, but to each his (or her) own. I was transformed, transported, heartbroken and still get weepy when I think about my favorite parts. So, please, do yourself a favor. Pick up a discounted ticket and see this show before it opens and sells out immediately. It's that amazing.
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