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Let me entertain you

Published: March 28, 2014, 12:34 pm, by Jen Mulson

Theater has filled my cultural appetite lately, and I am sated. For the moment.

Last weekend, I saw Theatre ‘d Art’s production of “A Clockwork Orange,” and last night I went to the Millibo Art Theatre for “To Kill a Mockingbird.” Apparently, a lot of people had the same idea — it was a packed house.

Christian O’Shaughnessy was a convincing Alex in the TAD show, which was staged in the belly of the Subterranean Nightclub, known as The Underground to long-time residents (like me!). Director Michael Lee moved us from room to room, following the action of the cast. Fight scenes were mostly staged on the dance floor, where the audience could stand above on the catwalk and watch.

I’ve never been to a show like that before, though TAD has done this type of moving play before. I enjoyed it, though will say it was a bit long (clocking in at three hours) to be standing and watching, even though there was some scattered seating available.

Over at The MAT, there was both a cozy chair waiting for me in the brand new theater and an excellent show directed by Kelly Walters. A few people I talked with at intermission concurred. Jude Bishop played Atticus Finch in the warm, unassuming way I imagined the character to be when I read the book in high school. Sara Barad and the actor who played Scout, whose name I can’t make out on the flyer on Facebook, convinced me they were little kids. And I thought they had a nice chemistry with their “father.”

broadwayI mulled over my love for the theater as I sat waiting for the show to open. Where did it come from? And does each individual have one particular art form he or she is drawn to from a young age? 

This is definitely mine. It’s magical, taking you away from the mundaneness of every day life, transporting you out of your mind and into unknown lives and places. And I’m sure that can happen to those who love going to the movies or to a symphony or a live concert at Red Rocks.

From the vaults of my faulty memory, I remember my first role in second grade. I do remember there was a singing portion to the part, and the teacher suggested that the rest of the cast sing along with me. I’m not sure why — if it was because I appeared terrified to sing in front of people or if my voice was a tragedy.

Nevertheless, the love for the stage persisted all the way through college and into my adult life. And then life got busy, as it’s wont to do, and I didn’t have the time required to adhere to a rehearsal schedule. My hobby fell away, unfortunately, and other creative endeavors surfaced. But I do miss it, all the time, and especially when I go to a show and watch friends inhabit their roles with such grace.