Last night, My Fair Lady and our 10-year-old son went to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream at the Wyly. This being the boy’s first official play (I don’t count Stomp), we weren’t sure whether or how much he’d dig it. So we gave him the option of decamping at halftime (as he refers to it). I was dreaming my own dreams by the time they returned last night (old man) and had to wait till breakfast to hear how it went.
He was blown away. We were late leaving the house for school because I couldn’t get him to shut up about the play long enough to eat his breakfast. There were Nerf guns involved in the production. And water guns! The actors ran into the audience, shot their weapons over the audience’s heads. I asked if he thought the play was funny, and he proceeded to re-create a funny scene for me (something was lost in translation apparently). My Fair Lady said she, too, had an absolute blast. At many points during the production, she said, she thought it couldn’t get any better — yet it did. The final scene actually brings the audience up onto the stage for a dance fest with the actors. All of which is to say: go see the play.
On the drive to school, I had the boy record a two-minute audio review. For your listening pleasure:
[audio:Memo.mp3]
