"Elegies for Angels, Punks, and Raging Queens- You're not human if this doesn't make you collapse into sobs."
Then I guess I'm not.
Why do people feel compelled to make statements like this? If it moved you, great. Why make judgements about other people whom you don't even know in your urge to praise something?
Never saw the show, but I have the CD and read the script...some decent songs and nice monologues, but it really didn't do anything for me. (ANGELS, PUNKS - i'm talking about.)
For me:
SWEENEY TODD NINE PARADE SIXTEEN WOUNDED BARE
"If you are going to do something, do it well. And leave something witchy."-Charlie Manson
I saw the original production of Fiddler about five years into the run. I think I was a little too young for it to have made that kind of emotional impact on me. I do have shows on my list going back to the mid-'70s so I'm not exactly a kid.
A production of The Baltimore Waltz it The Alley Theater in Houston several years ago. My uncle had just died of AIDS and that show hit me hard. I left the theater and had to walk around the block crying hysterically.
Ragtime Piazza A Doll's House w/Janet McTeer How I Learned to Drive w/Mary Louise Parker Angels in America Pts 1 and 2 Mrs. Klein w/Uta Hagen Elaine Stritch at Liberty Masterclass w/ Zoe Caldwell Masterclass w/ Patti Lupone (I was such a wreck by the end of Act I - I had to leave)
"When you're a gay man, you have to feel good about yourself when a urologist says, "Yeah. I pick you". - Happy Endings
I tend to cry as much for joy as for sadness (in general) so:
The last scene of The Grapes of Wrath - Steppenwolf The first time I heard/saw "Sunday" from SITPWG (tonys AND in the theater) Side Show - end of Act 1 and 2 - last weekend of run. Dreamgirls - every time I've seen it, Act 1 finale Paul's monologue ACL Angels in America - throughout
...and curtain calls often make me cry.
"Carson has combined his passion for helping children with his love for one of Cincinnati's favorite past times - cornhole - to create a unique and exciting event perfect for a corporate outing, entertaining clients or family fun."
I cried pretty much through the second act of Piazza.
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I chose, and my world was shaken- So what? The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not...
"Every day has the potential to be the greatest day of your life." - Lin-Manuel Miranda
"And when Idina Menzel is singing, I'm always slightly worried that her teeth are going to jump out of her mouth and chase me." - Schmerg_the_Impaler
I am a candidate for a Kleenex commercial for the amount of tears I shed, but I have to say that one of the most breathless moments I have had was at Miss Saigon at Seattle's 5th Avenue Theatre. The last moments of the show were stunning (the whole show was, for that matter). I had to get myself together before walking out of the theatre or it would have been embarrassing. I could cry thinking about the last image right now. I always cry at Last Five Years, Les Mis, Piazza, Floyd Collins. Ok, so it's more shows than I can list here. As it turns out, though, I saw a production of Romeo and Juliet last night (which was lovely), but didn't shed a tear.
The Color Purple! omg, i was bawwwwwling. seriously. riiiiidiculous.
"You know, a little orphan girl once told me that the sun would come out tomorrow. Her adopted father was a powerful billionaire, so I supressed the urge to laugh in her face. But now, by gum, I think she might have been on to something!"
--Reefer Madness
another recent one...last weekend I saw Spelling Bee in Chicago and had a great time but when "The I love you" song came I just lost and it while I wasn't sobbing I was crying the whole song and got the weirdest looks from people...it was embarassing
RIP Natasha Richardson. ~You were a light on this earth ~
The Normal Heart. For most of the second act I was visibly sobbing, and when Ned slams the groceries on the floor, I was flinching with each smash and crying so loudly that my mother (who was sitting next to me) nudged me repeatedly to calm me down. By the end of the show, I was a train wreck, nearly unable to catch my breath.
Les Miserables. I cried and cried from "A Little Fall of Rain," especially when the barricade turned to reveal Enjolras. "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" does it to me every time, even just listening to it - and the Finale? My God.
Rent. When Angel has his coughing fit during "Without You," I started weeping audibly. When he slowly leaves the stage, I totally lost it, and missed much of "I'll Cover You (Reprise)" - it happens to me every time I see the show.
Lennon. "Our son Sean asked if the man really had meant to kill John. I said that was up to the court. He asked what court - the tennis court, the basketball court? That's how Sean used to talk with his father: they were buddies. Sean also said, 'Now Daddy is a part of God. I guess when you die you become much more bigger, because you're a part of everything.'" Those words have never, ever left me; Julie Danao-Salkin's delivery was mesmerizing, and every time I saw the show I ended up with mascara streaming down my cheeks.
"It's not for sissies, contrary to popular belief." - Tommy Tune, on musical theatre.
But, seriously, it wasn't the thread so much as the memories of those moments that got me a little ferklempt. Those moments of feeling like I'm a violin string, pulled very taut and vibrating with emotion. Positively thrumming. It's why I love theatre.
It makes me remember how noble and beautiful and temporary and fragile we are and it makes me want to treat others more gently.
LA Boheme (I sobbed through most of Act I) Caroline or Change (So much pain and so much hope) The Trip to Bountiful Angels in America Cloud 9 W;t The Light in the Piazza (2nd time only, not sure why...) The Race (@ 59E59 right now...) Well The Cave Dwellers by William Saroyan (okay, I only read it, but it moved me profoundly and I would love to see it on stage) Danny and the Deep Blue Sea 'night Mother Landscape of the Body The Oldest Profession (the final image, when MAryLouise Burke, I think it was, the only surviving character took that food from the trashcan and sat on the park bench like a crazy homeless woman eating it, and she tilted her face up to the sun and sorta smiled...it killed me. The whole play existed for that one moment and it was worth it.) The Baltimore Waltz (the final image there, too, when she dances with her brother...oy) and finally, Le Dernier Caravanserai (after 6 hours, so I'm not sure if the image would be so powerful if it wasn't such a long trip to get there, but at the end the entire, HUGE cast assembles on stage after this massive 2 part epic of so many scenes of people trying and failing to escape their situations, to flee, to emigrate... And half of the cast is on one side of the huge, now empty, stage. (i'm tearing up writing this) and the other 1/2 is on the other side. they're in two lines and they turn to face one another. And they just stand there. Facing each other across this vast, empty space and after a while of wondering why they're just regarding one another, it hits me that it's the people who have made it on one side, and those who were left behind on the other. And that's when the tears began. It was like the living facing the dead, and the gap between them was insurmountable and it made me think of just how lucky I am to live here (not just America, but a place where I was not murdered as a child for being gay or Jewish and not enslaved or tortured), how lucky I am that my grandparents survived the journey, even had the courage to make it at all, and how the only thing that separates me from those who didn't make it or haven't tried is that space.
Then, the two lines run to each other and they hug and celebrate the way families do when they're reuinted in airports or like that scene at the end of Longtime Companion and that's when I started sobbing. Great, joyful tears.