"Stitches"...sans pain.
I talked about this show a couple days ago. I wanted the pain. I wanted the shock. Nothing. Not that the material wasn't shocking - a woman sewing up her vagina, abusive relationships, masturbating to nude pictures of Jewish women in concentration camps certainly qualify as shock value in my book. But I did some research about the play so it wasn't like I was caught off guard. I don't think I would've been shocked anyway.
Had fun with my friend Marisa though. I'm seeing her again in "Burn This" tonight in Santa Monica...which, honestly, was a better show than "Stitches". Meital Dohan, the female lead in "Stitches", is an apt actress, but she has a thick, Israeli accent and you can't help but miss some of the nuances in the dialogue. The Moor children murders in Britain that offended the world? Marisa missed the reference. I barely heard it only because I knew about it.
Oh - the reference to the concentration camp victims...totally lost in the play as it was the last line the male lead says as lights fade to black. Had it been part of an actual dialogue between the two characters it would have been more forceful. To that end, I can't figure out WHY it was so offensive to people - you barely noticed it.
After the show we talked to the male lead while waiting for Meital to come out (Marisa had done a radio interview earlier in the day with Meital.). Marisa and I sat in the theater and talked about relationships and how complicated they can be - why people stay with people they shouldn't. Good times.
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