ABSTRACT
One of the most exciting things one can ever experience is that hushed pause in the theater when the lights dim and the audience settles into expectant attention as the curtain lifts to reveal the lighted stage. There is in that moment a fraction of an instant when each character on stage is held in breathless anticipation before a quick movement sets the stage alive and enlists the vicarious participation of each watcher. It truly is a magical moment, one which never ceases to astonish me no matter how many plays I see. There is only one regretful aspect of that exciting instant for the playgoers. Regardless of the theater buff’s eagerness to see the play, to see any play, there are enough badly written plays to bring disappointment. In that disappointment the author of each bad play has betrayed his audience’s faith and trust. There are too few moments of wonder in each individual’s life to warrant carelessness in the author’s work or in the stage director’s interpretation of it.
