I must confess I am an ardent theatre enthusiast so the prospect of a nice, entertaining Friday evening at the University of La Verne's Dailey Theatre was ... just what I needed to escape from the realities of the week.The play being staged was Ann Jellicoe's The Sport of my Mad Mother and I was hoping against hope that it would be one of those escapist bedroom farces that tickle one throughout a performance. (who needs a tragedy to begin their weekend?) So I went with my $ 3, the charge was actually $5 but I negotiated like a true "son of the soil" to gain admission. I sat next to a bored gentleman who looked like he needed a serious dose of humour so I made a mental note to check back with him to see if his face would have lit up a bit after the play. Halfway through the first act, I noticed that the man was restless in his chair and was letting out suppressed grunts. It was evident that he hated the play. In fact, it wasn't just him. Nearly half of the entire audience looked lost and bewildered by the performance. As for me, I tried to make out some meaning from it but was well worn out by the beginning of the third act.It was like watching the movie Inception playing backwards! Anyhow, there was the other half of the audience who seemed genuinely thrilled and absorbed in the performance, occasionally laughing at a joke. Which can only mean one thing: No matter how absurd your "thing" is, you will always have some fans.
As for the bored man who had sat next to me at the beginning of the play, he couldn't endure it any more and left during the first interval.. or who knows whether he did not mistakenly think the play was over?
P.S The Sport of my Mad Mother runs tonight Sat 20 from 7.30 p.m at the ULV Dailey Theatre. The final performance will be tomorrow Sun beginning 2 p.m. And be sure to carry the full ticket charge with you unless you possess extraordinary negotiation skills.
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