It is really comical to see the different perspectives. Some of the worst experiences people had evoked different emotions for me. In particular, this appliedcto the Daniel Fish Oklahoma, which was THE ONLY TIME I ever liked Oklahoma, and I loved it. I also enjoyed the King Lear, but I suspect that my second-row center seat had a big positive impact. I was seeing Glenda Jackson give a great performance, even if no one in the cast was on the same page as she was. I also loved Potus, as did the five other people who saw it with me.
I have 5 worst experiences ever.
-- Jimmy. The first show I ever left at intermission. The first act was as bad as musicals get.
-- Dr. Jazz. The first show I ever walked out of before intermission. I decided I had had enough when two morbidly obese prostitues came on stage in totally see-through tops. I decided to leave before intermission because two very late-comers needed to get to the middle of the row in which I was seating; I figured everyone else was already being disturbed, so why waste any time.
-- CATS! CATS! CATS! I hated this show before it even began. We were in really good seats, which was the problem. The performers were in the audience before the show began (I saw this in London...don't know if they kept that in, as I never saw it again). Well, a couple of cats started climbing around me and I was miserable. Then the show started; for me, it was worse that the 'prelude'. I have frequently described my reaction to Cats as 55 minutes of total boredom, followed by 4 minutes of goosebumps (Memory), followed by intermission, and then a repeat of Act 1...total boredom and 4 minutes of goosebumps.
-- The Leaf People. This was produced by the Public Theatre probably close to 50 years ago in a season they had at the Booth Theatre. The season was such a disaster that they never did a second season. I cannot begin to explain how bad this show was...I could not do the misery justice. We even stayed to the end, out of perverse curiosity. (As was Agamemnon below, it was not performed in English; I believe the entire 'language' was made up. They had 2 interpreters sitting in these pods above the stage, explaining what was going on. Moose Murders could not have been as bad as this show was.
-- Agamemnon. I think it was Agamemnon. It was directed by Andre Serban and played at the Vivien Beaumont; we were subscribers, and had loved his production of The Cherry Orchard. The entire play was performed in a foreign language...I have no idea whether it was a real language or a made-up language of ancient Greek. It was incredibly awful, one of those performances where that audience hardly applauds at the end and you leave the theatre feeling sorry for the cast. That was also the case with The Leaf People.