Rachel and Mary saw "Equus" on Broadway today. The play stars Richard Griffiths as Dr. Dysart and Daniel Radcliffe as Alan Strang. The play was staged beautifully: artful, simple, effective. The acting was very good, as well. Never once did we think of Harry Potter ... well, maybe once, when Radcliffe first appeared onstage.
But after that, Harry disappeared into the mist of the stables, and Alan appeared in his place. Both of us were affected deeply by Radcliffe's performance, and Griffiths was also excellent.
We were positively shocked that several people sitting near us left at intermission. Honestly, if they cannot appreciate a production like this, they shouldn't bother coming to the theatre. Not to sound like a snob, but this was a high-caliber show, with superior acting and staging.
Maybe they couldn't handle the sexual underpinnings of the play itself, mixed with religious fervor and confusion of man vs. beast. Were they offended by it? Was it just too weird for them to contemplate? Did it bother their religious sensibilities?
At intermission, Mary heard several people discussing the play, trying to make sense of it. It's not a difficult play ... but perhaps TV (we watch it, so we have the right to say this!) has made some people unable to see even the most blatant of metaphors.
An interesting afternoon, in many respects.
This Daniel kid has a future in the acting business ... Oh, right. He certainly doesn't need us to tell him that!