ephemera

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Definitely off the local theatres for a bit.  To observe the Shakespeare last night, I had to slog through an immersive thing--fog machines leaving a haze, uncomfortable seating, actors improvising with audience, etc.  This included a spritz with some scented water from a water pistol and Friar Lawrence mashing his fist against my ear rather forcefully to mime the fact that he had caught some sort of an insect that he wanted me to listen to.  Noblesse oblige.

If I had travelled to Athens to observe the sacred festival, and someone had suggested that I instead go to a small smoky room to listen to some artistic chanting, I would have ignored him and proceeded to my place in the Lycurgan stone theatre.  To go to the theatre, one must go to the theatre.  I've performed in some street theatre, actually at a relatively high level, but I strongly suspect that this immersive thing (which, in fairness, is thought by most marketing folks to be an amazing new thing that will transform the art) is simply a commercial device designed to mask the deliberate decline of the art.  Staging a play is not merely an art -- it constitutes the art.  Post-dramatic is not a good thing, if you were hoping for the drama.  It's like arriving for lunch when things are post-lunch.