We went to a play reading the other day. Seniors were free.
The play is not a new one and had received heaps of publicity back when it was first produced. But I had never seen it. So off we went.
It is a monologue really, but OK.
It is just a rant about moving to a new place. I was surprised that anyone would feel sufficiently strongly to write about that. The story line is that a wife is told by her husband that they are moving to a new city far away because he has a job there. She is reluctant to move because she is happy where she is. The woman is vacuous. They move. Time passes. She realises that life can be good no matter where you live. She becomes a little less stupid but is finally starting to grow into an adult. A bit of a character study.
One cane chair on the stage, covered by a sheet when it represents Melbourne, and uncovered when it represents Darwin. Melbourne represents a huge city where people sit about gossiping instead of doing things. Darwin is the Paradise, and it is of course many people's idea of a tropical paradise. Not mine.
I was uncomfortable when some audience members laughed at the wrong times. The lines illustrated changes and hypocrisy. I prefer not to laugh at discomfort. That rather took the shine off my enjoyment. And the play is generally enjoyable.
Would I participate in this play if I had the chance? No, if I had to be on stage. Yes, but I would like the set to be different with more interesting lighting and some music. And furniture and props. It is good as a play reading, but as a complete play it would be too dull. Some lines need to be updated.