Les Miserables. Saw a local performance by a touring company that got the blue-haired ladies in the swags of diamonds right down there in the mud with plebes and students and rowdy innkeepers, fighting for the revolution, and it's only when the lights come up that they blinked and get that puzzled look, "Hey wait a miiiinnnit, I *be* The Man, I'm not some poor starving prostitute, I'm not unustly convicted and on the run from the gendarmes, what *was* I thinking?!?" It worked. It made those diamonds go away, for quite awhile. That has got my vote for effective theater.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2007-02-25 10:00 pm (UTC)It worked. It made those diamonds go away, for quite awhile.
That has got my vote for effective theater.