A while ago a friend and I bought season tickets for a local English theatre, the Centaur. We decided that it was high time we put our literary minds to work and get ourselves some culture in our daily lives! The Centaur acquired a new director this year so we were filled with high hopes for a good season. So far we have not been disappointed.
The first play we saw, Scorched, was a gut wrenching tale that left me feeling emotionally wasted by the end of the play, although a bit tired because it was a little too long. There was a natural conclusion to the play that the playwright failed to identify in his effort to tie up loose ends, which made the play feel like it went a bit too far. However, it was a very interesting and thought provoking play.
Yesterday we saw the 2nd of the 4 plays we'd signed up to see, Doubt. It was short but good. I definitely felt that the playwright did an excellent job of leaving viewers in doubt about the question being addressed throughout the play. Did he or didn't he? And to what extent is bending the truth or outright lying justifiable in search of the truth or greater good? Now that I've seen the play version, I'm curious to see how different the film version staring Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman is.
Next play in 2 weeks.