The Lynn Redgrave Theater @ Bleecker 45 is one of those hundreds of SoHo doorways that I've passed daily and never imagined to look inside, all the more spend over three hours in. I walked into the venue, not expecting Saint Joan to be a fully descriptive production of the same story I've heard countless times growing up in my Catholic middle school. Saint Joan was a three hour show only giving me a chance to escape back to this world for three ten-minute intermissions. As a somewhat immersive play, the audience was allowed to work their way around the four actors if ever needed and the actors would work their way around them, too. Towards the end of the play, the four actors scattered themselves around the seats, and one of them had found his way to the seat next to mine. The discomfort, caused by the audience's attention suddenly being focused in my direction, quickly dissipated as I flung my head back and forth in attempt to keep up with the actors' dialogue. I noticed other audience members actually being talked to and brought into the play for a brief few seconds. Content in not having to participate or communicate, I remained in the same seat for the duration of the play. In seeing the play from the same seat's perspective, I was able to almost live the story of Saint Joan as if I became a part of a film I'd seen in my religion class.
Pretty tired of living in the story of religion class, I started to become restless. It gets hard to focus when you haven't eaten in hours and realize you're on one of the few blocks that DON'T have a bodega on the corner. Dreaming of pizza, I began counting down the minutes until the ending in which I already knew what was to happen.
Never so happy to be roaming outside in the cold, I started thinking maybe I should double check the length of the play to know the precautions I should take beforehand.