Raul played Ned to the extremes, with those polar opposites. He would go from being sweet and cuddly one moment to simply on fire with anger the next. I loved that he brought out the more lovable side of Ned, though, because it gave you another reason to root for him.
I don't know what I would've felt if I had read the play before I saw it. I knew what the basic subject matter was, but I didn't know that it was so intense and painful. Before that, the only other token AIDS play I'd ever read was Angels in America, which is so much more positive. I read it for the first time a week or so after I saw the play, and I couldn't help but hear Raul's voice, and picture the production, and in all senses of the cliche, put myself back there.
I still, nearly two years later, don't think I've ever experienced another theatrical event like that. I probably never will, either.
The scariest thing for me was when I read Larry Kramer's novel, Faggots, about a year and a half after I saw the play. The novel was written in the mid 70's, I believe, condeming the same promiscuity that Ned speaks out against. But what's so eerie about it is that Kramer bssically, in this novel, predicted the onset of AIDS.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 1/21/06 at 08:03 PM