I saw one of those types of shows today. A NERVOUS SMILE by the late John Belluso at the WILLIAMSTOWN THEATRE FESTIVAL. It starred Amy Brenneman, Gloria Reuben, Scott Cohen, and Deirdre O'Connell.
When the show was over, I couldn't stand up at first, but then I lead the standing ovation. The cast was so moved by our response. They took some extra bows (it was the closing performance, too).
Then I sank back down to my seat. I couldn't feel my knees. People trying to leave on my aisle had to climb over me because I couldn't get up.
I was sobbing like a bitch.
I was trembling.
I was speechless.
And being that the show was over only 20 minutes ago, I am still trembling and still unable to breath. I'm at work and everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy.
This is why I live. For instances in the theatre such as what I just experienced.
"The Spectacle has, indeed, an emotional attraction of its own, but, of all the parts, it is the least artistic, and connected least with the art of poetry. For the power of Tragedy, we may be sure, is felt even apart from representation and actors. Besides, the production of spectacular effects depends more on the art of the stage machinist than on that of the poet."
--Aristotle