This past week we crept back, getting close to hitting our pre-pandemic numbers for theater attendance. As an exercise in collective effervescence the more people that are in the group for our audiences the higher the energy and the more rewarding the experience. This is a good and lovely thing and nothing makes me happier than energy bouncing around on the sidewalk as we prepare to enter the theater.
We saw what ostensibly would be considered two very different shows:
- Oppression – one in the form of a power happy and jaded sandwich shop owner named Clyde (with a natty wardrobe) and the other a wife swapping fickle king we all know as Henry the VIII (who also enjoyed the finery of robe fashion).
- Station in Life– the formerly incarcerated staff in the sandwich shop has no choice but to accept this grim form of employment as it is quite literally the only place that will accept them. The wives in SIX lives are also stymied by their gender and subsequent narrow opportunities for advancement besides what a marriage can or cannot offer.
- The human need for purpose – my favorite part in Clyde’s was when the staff would proudly muse over their concoction of the perfect sandwich as if this achievement would be a way out of their powerless positions. The Queens in SIX? Boldly did what they could to forge their accomplishments and fulfill their needs within the narrow confines of their role.
- Vindication – In Clyde’s our oppressed workers find a salvation of sorts while Clyde devilishly gets to have her sandwich and eat it too. Our Queens get their due by offering an alternative and satisfying re-write of their histories to a by now super enthusiastic audience. You go Queens!!