I just got out of the play. It was... okay. The characters were good. The plot was interesting and wonderfully irreverant. But it seemed to lack a certain element of truth. I've always visualised the tearing away of curtains to be painful and violent act, and Angels in America lacked a certain brutality that I've come to associate with any kind of destruction of the ego. I want theatre to change me. I want it to reveal new depths to the world around me. The power of it is in the momentary nature, the fact that what's happening on that stage is completely singular. Nowhere else is the same thing happening, and it can't happen exactly the same way ever again. There's a lot of potential there to really blow people away, and I don't think Angels did that. Not every play can.
So, basically, it was acceptable but not sublime.
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