Reminds me of my new pet peeve. The people who use the last moments to check for texts or email. The phone announcement is made, the house lights dim, and often for at least the first couple of minutes or so the phones are lit up. Happened to me at CLYBOURNE PARK where someone had the gall to hold it up and literally block those behind her. The smart phone screens are little computers, and so now, increasingly, we have to endure a house dotted with a sea of square white lights as the curtain rises. This mars that magical instant when house goes to full black and either the curtain rises or stage lights rise.
It's a transition that dates to before electric lights, and now it feels like rock concerts with lighters held aloft. I sound picky and/or pretentious, but I think those moments should be a bridge between one prosaic world and the mysterious next. Art starts to happen in that darkness. Or rather, we prepare to receive the art prepared for us. I believe that space should be honored.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/22/12 at 03:23 PM