Popa,
I would argue that the petty lives of these folks arbitrarily arranged by an outside observer who could care less about their stories into one glorious, moving piece of art is exactly what the first act is about.
I personally found it ravishing. Others do not. And I completely understand why. It just hit a chord.
ALL RIGHT...my top picks for the loved shows that drove me nuts:
MEDEA w/ Fiona Shaw. A muddled piece that tried to bring a modern sensibility (heard both Shaw and Deborah Warner say that Jason and Medea were like the Tony and Carmela Soprano) that didn't jibe with the classic text. Every single supporting performer was dreadful and Shaw's performance, though filled with a lot of fun stuff, never amounted to much. The Chekovian ending destroyed the purpose of the piece.
And...to a much lesser degree...oh God...here it comes...don't hate me:
Sweeney Todd.
I KNOW. I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!!! I LOOOOVED performing in it, but if I never see another production, I won't cry.
"I'm so looking forward to a time when all the Reagan Democrats are dead."