Two shows, two completely different messages

Two shows, two completely different messages, and two different venues. One was Saturday night, a crowded movie theater. I saw “Traffic.” What a wonderful film. Deeply evocative, and put together in a fabulous manner. Always worried about what’s going on, or about to go on, or what’s right around the next corner. And not to spoil it, but it was so nice to see the Michael Douglas character grow some — a distinct change from what I’ve seen in previous films of this ilk, especially with him [highly subjective observation]. The other one was a local production of “Art.” Which is a fine play, excellent script, and one that I saw on stage in London a few years ago. Now, I had two advantages here, one, I’ve seen it before, and two, I’ve got a copy of the script itself, so I was doing some comparisons. And a little homework before the show, cruising through the script to find that one monologue I loved so much. It did sell out the Zach Scott Theater, but the little room it was in, only about hundred seats or so, that wasn’t a big deal. And the play, in comparison to what I remember from the London stage, was less filled with “testosterone” this time. Might have been me, might have been the the “in the round” setting, but the characters didn’t quite have that “guy” edge. Of course, when adapting a play from French to English English, and from that, to American English, I suppose there’s always a chance that something gets lost along the way. However, that one monologue I loved did receive a hearty round of applause. And two thirds of the way through the play, I noticed this one little, gray headed spinster looking woman, just howling at the antics of the actors. It was one of those educated points about “Fine Art,” and, so it seemed to me, the rest of us didn’t quite get it. But behind me, almost all the way through the show, I had a someone laughing. A lot. I just wonder about this web guys, I wonder when they spend hours at night, tweaking my layout. Looks great in Net Scrape Six, but Internet Exploder 5 seems to chop it up some. Not so sure I like that.