Amazingly, no.
It’s not because the performances weren’t magnificent – Rodolfo and Mimi were both heart-breaking, while Musette and Marcello adroitly played tempestuous, fiery lovers. And Sandra Bernhard’s stage direction was masterful, especially Cafe Momus in Act 2.
The music? Superb. Lighting, sets, props? Perfection — I felt as if I was on those freezing Paris streets myself.
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- La Boheme score, as used by backstage manager
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- The score, as used by backstage manager
But to be honest? I wasn’t able to fully lose myself in the performance. To fully believe that love transcends all, trumps petty jealousies, poverty or (insert your favorite trial and/or vice here.)
That’s just me, though. My heart is a jaded, jagged little shard of ice these days. So, the woman who’s been known to cry at the drop of a hat? To sob at hokey Love Boat re-runs? Remained dry-eyed.
Tonight, anyway. And tonight? I was the only dry-eyed person in the entire house.
Perhaps I need to come back next weekend to thaw that ice shard out a little bit more…
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I live blogged at PCS’s production of Apollo and I have to think that the experience of live blogging separates one from being fully immersed in the story. It’s the same story when I’ve visited shows as a critic. When you are there with a purpose outside of just being there to experience whatever happens, it creates an experience that is intellectual rather than emotional.
I’d recommend going back, turning off your mobile phone/laptop and just listening. It would be fascinating to read about the different experience you had.
Betsy,
It’s me, the half-dressed woman who accosted you in the parking lot for a zip up. Just wanted to say thanks twice: once for the helping hand and a second time for not outing me on the blog or to my colleagues.
Cheers!
P.S. I didn’t cry either at the end of Boheme.
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