This morning I did my yoga and proceeded into the kitchen, as usual, to have breakfast, listen to NPR news (yoga... NPR... apparently I'm a walking stereotype), and get ready for the day. Last week's Time Out magazine was sitting on the counter, opened to the Theater page and David Cote's review of Spider-Man Turn Off the Dark. As I've written before, I've been watching the whole thing go down with a strange fascination, and I'd left the review out last night with plans to read it over today's coffee. But I just couldn't.
Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and here you are reading mine, but I just couldn't spend this morning reading more of people dissecting and criticizing other people's artistic expression. (I am reminded of this version of the lightbulb joke: Q. How many actors does it take to change a lightbulb? A. Five -- one to do it, and four to watch and say how they could have done it better. Pick any number you want for A.)
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No, I still haven't seen it. Yes, I want to, and yes, it's entirely possible that after I do I might think it's crap too. But I will still be glad it was put up. Do I think $65 million is necessary to produce good theater or art? Obviously not. But I'm glad to live in a world (and a country) where someone with an imagination and a vision as big as Julie Taymor's is can get the resources she needs to try what she wants to try, employ a whole bunch of artists in the process, and see what happens.