I agree with everything you said, After Eight, except for the underlying belief that the convention was so far-fetched as to make me question it. As I wrote, my questions were washed away by the production's increasing quality as the first act moved along. Or perhaps my opinion of the quality increased as I accepted the convention. Maybe the first few songs are necessary sacrifices to pull the audience onboard. (I don't think it's true, as I cannot recall much of the melodies of the first five or so songs, but can distinctly recall each of the last five or so of the act; I just like not to rule out possible explanations or others' experiences.)
I'm sorry it didn't work for you to the extent it worked for me or (presumably) others for whom it worked from the get-go, even. No one intends to dislike a show, it's a souring feeling when it happens, wished upon no theatre-goer.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
Updated On: 2/26/13 at 12:07 PM