M feasted on bruschetta while I downed a hefty portion of creamy, cheesy, and buttery mushroom polenta. I ordered salmon for my entree while M happily scooped up his sausage rigatoni. When dessert came, I knew I had made a huge mistake while dressing. Why on earth did I wear a pencil skirt? And not just any pencil skirt. My tightest, highest-waisted one that basically cut me in half as I struggled to fit my creme brulee into my stomach. I couldn’t breathe.
Jean-Paul Sartre’s play “No Exit” was on the menu tonight at the American Conservatory Theatre. This production was wonderful. I kept saying how neat the directing was. The staging was brilliant. Most of the action took place in a room off of the stage and the actors were filmed and projected up onto the back of the theater wall. Genius. The three-camera perspective was at once claustrophobic and also so effective at capturing the three actors as they slowly degenerated into insanity and accusation.
The audience was able to take a look into the room where all the magic happened. There were lots of cameras and three small TVs so the actors could see how they looked in the lens-eye as they performed. Magnificent. It was my first time seeing any production of “No Exit,” but I have heard of the play and the premise before. Thoroughly enjoyed watching it.
Hell is other people. Remember that folks.