The tragedy starts when Chris has to go back to American and leaves Kim in Vietnam. This broke my heart and I started to cry, not because of what happen but because I was trying really hard not to cough so tears were coming out my eyes.Read More
Have we started to define the word feminism incorrectly or am I just really old school?
Is it possible that I can hold more traditional views on these subjects than someone originally written in an 1879 play?
Class differences is something I understand, it's something I've lived with. When all of my friends lived in houses growing up, I lived in an apartment. I could see how the wealth of the Kittredge's provided such a comfortable social bubble for them to live in, while Paul had to put up with digging and scratching his way through, just for his next place to live.Read More
This is a sophisticated play that challenged my vocabulary, my sense of dry humor, and my ability to count how many times the F-bomb was dropped. Seriously, that is the only curse word that they used and abused.Read More
Her one liners would get their own damn applause, and one in particular stuck with me. She recounted that every morning as part of her morning routine she would look into the mirror and call herself beautiful, then “defy the mirror to tell her otherwise”.Read More
... between the eye contact, enthusiastic head nods, and conversation (not to mention the pierogi and shaker) I had exchanged with cast members, I felt important, and I wouldn't have rather sat anywhere else.Read More
This musical was so quirky and alternative, yet a perfect coming of age play for someone like me, aged 20ish. I felt giddy watching as Amelie was trying to find ways to talk to her crush. It reminded me of how I went through lengths to avoid my crushes in middle school...Read More
Going into the show I had an idea of what this show was going to be like. I mean, it is a play that’s been done time and time again. Seeing as this is a Broadway show I thought it was going to be all glitzy and glamour, but to my surprise it was deconstructed. What I mean, this rendition of The Glass Menagerie was bare boned and raw.Read More
I felt exposed and almost frightened by the character he portrayed - both in the play’s beginning, when he is calm and confident, and its conclusion, when he is reduced to panic and paranoia. I never felt like I could settle into the show. I was always on my toes, and it was exciting!Read More
At this point, a lot of social interaction has been diluted to disingenuous acknowledgment based on politeness. Thoughts like this for me are born out of the saddest episodes of my life, which is essentially what the world in which this story takes place.Read More
Me: "Walking? What do you mean?"
Hostess: "You will walk through different rooms with this show."
Me: "Sooooo ummmmmm, are they going to give me headphones? Is there audio? ARE THERE ANY ACTORS?!"
Hostess: "There are no actors and the audio is in each room."
The show was immersive in nature (a show with less sitting, more on your feet following the action), which is something that I have come to seek out in my theatregoing, and it featured characters who were Russian Jews living in New York. As a Jew with Russian heritage who lives and has only ever lived in New York, I always appreciate seeing my culture represented in theatre.Read More