The roar of the smell
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cyranoAll's Well That Ends Well
The storyline bugs me a little in the same way Measure for Measure does. You're in love with a dick who doesn't want to marry you. The King/Duke/person anointed by God to be in charge says "Hey dude, you're a dick. As punishment you have to marry this girl. And don't be a resenful dick about it."
But the actors were really good, and I loved the setting (Post WWII Sicily) and the conventions and props. One player shuffling quickly between several roles, pulling props out of suitcases, silent movie placards projected on a bed sheet, that sort of thing.
It still didn't deserve a standing ovation in my opinion, but it seems that either everybody else who comes to Ashland is feeling in a festive mood or has never actually seen a play before and is enraptured. Although I think if the latter were the case, there would be more standing ovations at the indoor plumbing and the fancy electric lights.
The storyline bugs me a little in the same way Measure for Measure does. You're in love with a dick who doesn't want to marry you. The King/Duke/person anointed by God to be in charge says "Hey dude, you're a dick. As punishment you have to marry this girl. And don't be a resenful dick about it."
But the actors were really good, and I loved the setting (Post WWII Sicily) and the conventions and props. One player shuffling quickly between several roles, pulling props out of suitcases, silent movie placards projected on a bed sheet, that sort of thing.
It still didn't deserve a standing ovation in my opinion, but it seems that either everybody else who comes to Ashland is feeling in a festive mood or has never actually seen a play before and is enraptured. Although I think if the latter were the case, there would be more standing ovations at the indoor plumbing and the fancy electric lights.
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