A View from a Bridge

Well, it was worth it. A View From a Bridge at The Royal Exchange was mesmerising. The direction, staging of the set, the minimal set itself, costumes, lighting, sound were spot on. But the script and the acting were what made it so stunning. I was stunned.
Beatrice stood out most for me. Her dilemma, shown so brilliantly. I'll look up the names of the cast. Flawless accents, totally believable and heartbreaking.
Eddie emitted a great deal of flying spray from his mouth as he punched out his words, so not sure what other cast members felt about that, but he was hunched and angry and frustrated and torn.
Arthur Miller's words from the lawyer were poetic but real. Wonderful to listen to and must have been a gift to speak. Then the family and the cousins. Tough, gutteral and painful.
Oh, and in places it was very funny. Good use of facial expressions.

I sat on the banquette (£9 - only available by phone or in person, not on-line) I'd had such an annoying time to purchase and sat spellbound. The auditorium was packed. One tip, don't sit behind the rocking chair!
Watching a story played out by people in front of you is far more effecting than on a screen. Yet again, the argument that theatre should be accessible for all - all types of theatre. Like last Friday at Digitfest at The Lowry, being part of The Rite of Spring. Such different 'live' experiences, but one that makes life so much richer. I understand more, I will forgive more, I won't be so angry about a theatre ticket.
And at the end, a woman stood up from the banquette a few places away from me and said to anyone who was listening, 'AND he was married to Marilyn Monroe!'

Apologies

Why is it people seem to have lost the capacity to say, 'Sorry?' What's so hard about it? You realise something is your fault, you apologise, it's quick, and everyone usually feels better. When it's meant.
But there seems to be a blockage in some people's brain. I hope they're not being obstinate on purpose as that is a whole other issue. I don't believe they are. It seems as if certain people genuinely think they've done nothing wrong. They can't see it.
A friend came round last night. A woman had driven into the back of her car. No apology. No damage was done and that was agreed. Eventually the woman barked, I don't really mean it, 'Sorry.'
Just now I tried to book tickets online at The Royal Exhange on their website. It kept coming up as an error.
I ended up phoning. Took ages to get through. I booked tickets. When I asked why I couldn't book online, he said because there are only bangquettes left and they don't come up online. I said, well I've got the page infront of me 'Banquettes, £9, and I've clicked for two seats' He said no isn't up there. I said yes it is, no it isn't, yes it is. Where did you look? Your website. I'd tried to say, just tell someone to put on the website you can only book banquettes on the phone or in person at the box office. He wanted proof I'd seen the page. He said it comes up as the seating plan, yes, and I said I'd clicked 'available seats.' He did, oh, yes, there are bangquettes advertised.......
'So you believe me now?' I quipped.
'Well, you went a different way.'
'It's on your website, maybe just tell someone.....'
In the end I said, 'I accept your apology.'
No comment.
What is so hard? 'Oh, yes, sorry.'
The customer is always right? I WAS RIGHT. Why on earth would I make it up?

Just say sorry, everyone feels a whole lot better and we can get on with it. I'm now ranting. I now want to complain about this guy on the box office. I want to enjoy going to see 'A View from a Bridge' because I've heard it is excellent. I don't go often to the Royal Exchange. This experience trying to book isn't encouraging especially when you are interrogated and checked up on and then left floating in the void thinking, 'what happened there?'