Punk left his play tonight depressed. He sat in the back of the theater transfixed by the story - didn't want to "miss a single minute" (2 1/2 hours - even I could've stood to miss a few minutes) No 8 year-old needs to be watching Arthur Miller plays anyway, but the end here was a little too intense for him. He knew the story, knew exactly what was going to happen, but it didn't quite prepare him - we'd never watched the whole thing. When his curtain call was over he just walked downstairs to get his stuff shaking his head and muttering, "That was terrible, that was so terrible. I mean, he really loved him and he just . . . .ooooh mom that was just so awful."
I asked him if it was too terrible. He said no, he loves his part, but that tomorrow he doesn't want to watch the whole thing.
Just a note to the rest of you - save your money. It's not bad, but it's too long. You get 2 1/2 hours of slow moving mystery with way too many theater majors doing way too many dramatic pauses. On top of it, you'll leave kinda depressed.
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