Your mother and I recently attended a performance of John Logan's RED, playing at the theatre that I am privileged to work at. Her first reaction after the lights dimmed for the last time was that it was the best thing she had ever seen at the Segal. Although my mind was telling me the same thing, my heart angrily pulled me in a different direction. Because of the tug-of-war between an overfilled December schedule and a strong desire to see the show, we ended up seeing the Sunday matinee. Needless to say, the crowd was not one of our peers, which unfortunately had a lasting effect on my appreciation. Between the incessant coughing, untimely laughter and talkback - a woman next to me even felt compelled to answer the actors' questions out loud! - I had a difficult time immersing myself in the art, both visual and spoken, that was on stage. But if there's one thing that RED does, it certainly gets you thinking.
