I don't know if anyone cares about rush reports, but I got to the box office yesterday between 2:30-3 and got an orchestra right ticket (row J or K) all the way on the far aisle. Great seat, perfect view (I think there was one brief moment near the end when one character was out of view upstage left; otherwise I saw everything). Plus, it was the perfect seat to bolt for the restroom as soon as the show ended (which was necessary).
As for the show, it was entertaining for what it was, well-staged with some excellent performances, and I'm glad I saw it, especially for the price. It was also shallow and overlong, and nothing that's going to stick with me. The main character, who I suspect I was supposed to find noble and such a good person, was just a drip, and some of his motivations were impenetrable beyond "this is what his equivalent in Howard's End did."
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Namely, I never understood what he saw in the Henry character, why he would agree to an engagement with someone he hadn't had sex with, or why he would go through with the marriage after being told they would never have sex. The relationship wasn't at all motivated by the characters and what was on stage, only by "Margaret married Henry in Howard's End, so that's what needs to happen here." All the places the plot split-off from Howard's End rather than being locked in an homage were for the better--I kept expecting how Toby would meet his fate, and was pleased to be surprised, and the resolution of Eric/Henry's relationship was an improvement.
I'm a fairly easy crier and it doesn't take much to get me going. While there were certainly some emotional moments and I felt for the characters (well, primarily Leo, and Toby in his childhood monologue), my eyes remained dry. I've cried through Angels. I sobbed through the staged reading of The Normal Heart they did with Glenn Close and Patrick Wilson before taking it to Broadway. I'm pretty sure I cried during The Waverly Gallery earlier this year. Hell, I got choked up during the finale of freaking Mean Girls. But for all the talk of the generation of young men who were lost, it just seemed superficial, lacking the depth to really hit the way it should. Lois Smith was very good, and as a gay man with my share of mother issues, that monologue should have hit me square in the chest. But I just sat there thinking, "Yeah, that's sad," waiting for the emotion to hit me. It never did, and I think that's solely on the writing. (Just sitting here thinking about the idea of all those boys and men dying with no one and nowhere to go, and a mother reuniting with her son on his deathbed--I'm starting to mist up. That's heartbreakingly tragic. Yet, sitting there in the theater last night, I felt only the barest twinge. When the idea is more devastating in the abstract than how the playwright is able to convey it, that's a weakness of the writing.)
A decent play. It kept my attention and I only felt the length a few times (but especially near the end, when I was ready for it to do just that). Excellent staging. Some great moments. There wasn't a weak performance, and several were wonderful. But I walked away thinking it was overhyped and not really understanding what the big deal was. It's a reasonable night's entertainment, not much more.
Updated On: 10/17/19 at 12:24 PM