Tonight I saw a play that affected me in the deepest way.
The play is a brutally honest portrayal of marriage and infidelity. It is deeply intense and certainly not for the faint of heart…
It began innocently enough and set me up to think it was going to be just another play about adultery. And then it gets fiercely honest. At once I hated a character and then I was crying with the character. Emotionally raw and riveting, can’t-take-your-eyes-away-from-a-car-crash kind of material that slit open my heart and poured in the vinegar.
The play is only 90 minutes and I think I cried through about 60 of them. And we’re not talking a few tears here. I had to hold my breath so that I wouldn’t make choked sobbing noises from the third row. That’s a profound experience in live theatre. I’m not sure if it was recognition that I have an overwhelming fear of those situations or the vague familiarity of the characters, or the raw, truthful performances or all of these things, but I walked out changed.
It made me think, Hard. It made me examine my ideas about love and marriage and sex and passion and marriage and sex and love. We never expect that the gorgeous, flower-filled, beautiful dress, love-in-the-air, profession of life-long love celebration could turn into a painful, maddening, heart wrenching, deceitful, bitter, knock down, drag out fight, where both sides get beaten. How can you ever know that won’t happen? That’s the point. You don’t.
Sounds like an important play.
I’m not up for that subject at the moment myself. Feeling somewhat cynical, and confused by the whirling of friends about to be married, getting engaged, getting divorced, and scowling at the world of romance.
Closer moved me more than I can express. And I know you dug that play, so I’ll have to put this on my must see list.
As for naive, didn’t see the play, thoughts:
Make friends. Never settle for anything less than what you really, truly want way down in your soul. And never ever give up on your dreams.
One day we say “Oh, it’s ok” just to make peace… and years later, you’re looking in the mirror wondering who that person is looking back at you. It starts out as imperceptible shavings from our finger tips, and in the end we have no arms, no legs, and no mouths to speak with.
Just be true to yourself, and set yourself free.
That is the funniest post!! Reminds me of when Rachel put lemon juice in her eyes before an audition. One for your acting memoirs!!! akh
I am really sorry I posted to the wrong message! No, I wasn’t laughing at the infidelity play. amanda
i have a friend experiencing mind/body/tissue dissapointment at how something precious can break, even when the love’s still there. there’s just nothing to say to change it or take her fear away. thank goodness for friends.
i like what you said, sunshine. hugs.