note: entire contents copyright 2010 by Sheila Barth
Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2010 12:43:04 -0400
I wanted to write the Mirror about Apple, which I saw last night at BPT. As you know, I am friends with its director Greg and actress Eliza and therefore would expect any reader who knows that to consider my comments to be biased at best and downright unreliable at worst. Regardless, as a non-practicing theatre artist (which sounds oddly religious) and new mother, I feel compelled to share a little about the experience of seeing the show.
I came across Apple a few years ago when I would search feverishly for meaty plays to present to Boston audiences. It was one thing to produce old reliables like Dancing at Lughnasa, but a whole other animal to find something new and daring to commit the better part of ones free time to take from page to stage, and pray that some small majority of theatre lovers gain some gratification from witnessing the finished product.
While I would have LOVED to produce and perform in Apple, I can say without a doubt that what Phoenix Theatre Artists and Company One have assembled and what the actors poured out on stage exceeds my hopes for the piece. Furthermore, its given me a vision of seeing the production in other northeast venues, the Cape, the Berkshires, etc. I believe this play has the power to move people towards a better understanding of humanity. I once said to a friend and theatre critic that I believed that is the true purpose of theatre. He resisted that assertion but gave me the benefit of the doubt and debated it.
I still believe.
And Apple, in a microcosm, embodies the hope that theatre can serve as a sort of mirror. One we look at and either laugh, cry, swell with anger or fill with love. When we see Apples story unfold, we experience a piece of ourselves, and it is indeed gratifying to learn a little more about the frailty of character, the resilience of the heart, and the capacity to forgive.
If you deem it appropriate, kindly share this with your readership.
I hope you are well and enjoying the advent of spring.