|Seated in front of me at the play, Clybourne Park|
Really? To the theatre?
It was unfortunate that this woman decided to wear her ruffly hair decor to the theatre in NYC the other day and even more unfortunate that she was seated directly in front of me.
I considered asking her to remove it, until I looked more closely (who could miss it) and saw it was bobby-pinned into her carefully coiffed up-do. Terrible theatre etiquette.
Clybourne Park was a sharp, witty look at the issue of race and although it seemed a little slow at first, it had the audience crazy with laughter, some of it the uneasy, wince-inducing kind you make during pointed social commentary that hits the mark precisely so sharply it stings.
None of the characters are likable and there’s enough verbal sparring to keep the two hours+ moving quickly along. Audience members were surprised, shocked and horrified, but they laughed. I think we recognized a little of ourselves in some of it.
This isn’t really a review of Clybourne Park, but it IS a recommendation. If you’re anywhere near Broadway, do go.
But do NOT sit behind this woman. Or if you do, don’t hesitate to ask her to remove it. You probably shouldn’t yank it out yourself.
What’s the rudest thing that’s happened to you at the theatre or the movies, or even a concert?