You wonder if this is where you want to be at this very moment, but either way you find a means to entertain yourself with what's been given, so I did. Somewhere in the duration of observing this peculiar phenomena, I hoped to walk away with a lesson or two once it was over, a perhaps deeper morale to live by once I exit the scene--or once their scene was over.
Suddenly I was left with this feeling that I've seen this type of play once before, you know that feeling...the one where originality is the farthest thing from you and a white v-neck is just around the corner. But you have faith in it, that there is such thing as true...play. But what I saw was a bit dark, but this familiar and popular dark. I thought to myself, this is common. It was so common, it made Shakespearean literature look foreign. All drama, jealousy, betrayal and lies. Immersed in all things ungodly, unloving, and unwise.
I feel the main characters in this had become the main characters because they sought out their own power and image. There was no room for adoration or mutual appreciation before my eyes, I'm certain.
I could beg for a sequel...but then again, I don't know if I want to watch anymore. The theater isn't for me. My butt's asleep and the costs to sit through one is steep. But I believe in other means to redefine my perspective on love. Maybe technology can reprogram me. I hear Apple is reinventing the human heart.
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