Something about the way the light hits you makes you look smarter
I saw The Light in the Piazza this last weekend. I went with Justine and some of her work friends. I sat far away, as per usual for me when at the Ahmanson. It was pretty, certainly. There was a scene in the first act which had a very clever use of light and movement in the set. The second act was a little less together, a little less designed, a little less into the plot. This seems contrary to what I usually see, with the character development keeping anything really interesting from happening first.
Now, Justine is fluent in Italian. So the third of the play that was in Italian was translated and apparently it’s just the dude telling his love how hot she is. That’s good enough of a reason for love at first sight. But beyond this we also learn that this girl may be mentally and emotionally retarded due to being kicked in the head by a horse. So the moral of the story is that simply Lust and a Language Barrier will overcome a language barrier… errr… I mean I don’t look to large Broadway musicals for extreme depth, but I do expect a fairly standard moral of some variety.
So there you have it.
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