This play, as Chrysanthemum said, changed my life as well. It's hard to express any of what it meant to me without sounding like a stupid sentimental nerd, but it's at the top of my list of most meangingful theatre experiences on many levels. I randomly got an e-mail about it, just after I'd first been exposed to Angels in America. I figured that at least the base themes were a bit similar, and that I should see something like this in person. And then there was Raul, who I'd been dying to see in person for a while.
So I went having no idea what to expect. No idea how harsh and in-your-face and frightening the play was -- no idea, really, that theatre could even be that way. The play itself opened my eyes to a lot of things that, if you know what it's about, will be very obvious. It was a lot that I never knew. It opened my eyes to the man who I in full confidence believe is one of, if not the greatest actor I'll ever see -- that performance itself was life changing. I don't think I slept for a good few days.
I bought the play the day following, and my copy is now falling apart. I read it every so often when I get a chance, and I'd been know to stay up til the crack of dawn reading it over and over after the play closed. I think Larry Kramer's absolutely brilliant, and have since read some of his other books. Chrys, I thought the exact same thing about Fred in
Faggots. And I don't think that that's an accident.
Anyway, trip down memory lane over with, I'm very glad you've been exposed to it, and that you liked it. It's very, very special.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
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