Part of me wants to just blog on and on about The Normal Heart, which I saw this evening at the Public. But then I note the fact that just reading Brantley's review, after having seen the show this evening, causes me to burst into tears at the memory of one of the more painful moments of the show, and I don't think I can write about what I saw without falling apart.
It's such an important part of gay history, of gay literature, of gay life. The issues are still, terribly, extraordinarily present in our world.
This is a world that needs more Ned Weeks(es). This is a world that needs more people to see "The Normal Heart." This is a world that needs to be changed, and if seeing this play can inspire one more person to help change the world, then what a wonderful thing.
I've no qualms about admitting that I weep when I am moved by art or theatre or whatnot. And I have to tell you, this play moved me and I wept like I don't recall ever weeping before. I felt such strong emotion racking my body. I can't begin to tell you what an important experience I feel I had this evening.
I will thank this man for advising me to bring a tissue. I really needed it.
And I will also tell you that I just bought a ticket to see it again. And I'm sincerely hoping they find a way to extend it.
Please, go see this show. I never asked you to do that before, and I very well may never ask you again, but I tell you, if you are in New York and you have the resources to see this play, please do. You'll thank me, I promise.
Posted by Jon at April 23, 2004 12:03 AM | TrackBack