Last night I saw the play "Winesburg, Ohio, " which is based on the book by Sherwood Anderson. It was a wonderful experience, making me realize yet again that I love plays and need to have the theatre in my life. Stories can be told directly through an actor on stage in a way that books and movies can't. (Which will be the extent of my analysis on the subject.) I know that I experience something during a play that is indescribable. I like the way the actors make themselves so vulnerable, in bringing their characters to life. If I ever become a rich old lady I'd like to become a patron of the theatre.
I thought The KC Rep Theatre did a great job. The playbill says they created "new songs, new stagings, new designs and performances" unique to the Kansas City production. The music was awesome, and so were the actors. (Which is as far as my critical powers go) I recognized four of the actors from other plays. Two from "The Drawer Boy," at the same theatre. Two of them I saw in "Seussical", a musical based mostly on "Horton hears a Who."
Now I'd like to read the book "Winesburg, Ohio" - a novel told in short stories, about the secret inner lives of the people in a small town--their frustrations, hidden desires, smashed dreams, squashed ambitions, deflated hopes. Yes, cheery stuff.
The Onion did a funny satirical piece about Walmart putting a store in Winesburg that captures the gist of the play.