I went to the theater today, intending to rush. The person at the box office was this unfriendly little old lady. I asked where the rush seats were, and she said rear mezzanine -- I have a terrible fear of heights, so I asked her if there was anything in another location, and she told me not unless I wanted to pay $100. I asked her if perhaps coming earlier on another day might help me get better seats, and she told me no. Their policy states that rush is subject to availability. I know plenty of people who have rushed and gotten seats in other locations of the theater. I don't understand -- if the show is doing badly, you woudl think they'd want to sell tickets, not tell lies that prevent you from selling a few. Ugh.
With regards to the Legally Blonde and Pirate Queen versus Grey Gardens and Company issue, is it so hard to realize that you can love something that's bad? I thought The Pirate Queen was horrible, and I had a ball when I was there. People go on and on about how much they love these shows that other people think are terrible, and I just wonder why it's hard to get that something you love may not be that great. That doesn't -- and shouldn't -- stop you from loving it, but is it hard to acknowledge? I'm tired of people who purport to be informed about theater walking around with their heads in the sand proclaiming that these hugely problematic shows are wonderful. You like something? Great. But some things can be told objectively; if the book is awful and there are major plot holes, that's a problem that's not hard to figure out. Enjoyable fun is fine, but alone, good theater, by many standards, it does not make.
ANYway, while I'm not quite in the mood to sit through a three-hour play right now, I do want to see it before it closes. Hopefully tomorrow. I'll get up early to rush, I guess.
And, dark intensity is my idea of a good time, too... in its own sick, twisted way.

Hence my frequent wanderings to one certain Broadway house.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 5/24/07 at 03:40 PM