6 Characters in Search of an Author
Not to rest for one moment, Rebecca and I went over to the Reeve Theatre to catch one of the last performances of this work from the 1920's. What was innovative then is pretty mainstream now. But that is not to say it wasn't fun.
We had lovely front row seats. I found myself laughing when the actors were entering the stage area and before anyone has said their lines. Their warm-up pantomimes were giving me belly laughs. By the intermission, Rebecca was asking for the spoilers. Of course, I knew them all. Sister dies. Brother shoots himself. This was one of the times that knowing more was better than knowing less.
We arrived early. The foyer had a large screen TV on which they were running clips about Pirandello and the artist who designed the stage sets. Very nice. Oh no, not nice, better than that. The one thing I have seen this week that makes me break out into a wide grin when I think about it.