I went to see a stage production of A Streetcar Named Desire with Becca tonight. It was an hour's drive each way, and the play was THREE AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS LONG!
It held my attention, but was somewhat draggy, so my take on it is that the director just wasn't speeding the actors along enough during rehearsal. For some reason some scripts, especially talky ones, tend to make actors go really slow through the scenes, and the director has to watch that. I remember, when I was doing a lot of theater, directors snapping their fingers during scenes to try to get the actors to pick up the pace.
The tech wasn't too great either. The sound was terrible, but I think they were working with pretty bad equipment so there wasn't much they could do about it. I'm sure the lighting was fine, but as a designer I tend to pick pick pick at lighting, and staring up at the grid found lots of stuff I would have done differently.
The acting in this play, though, was first-rate. I was really impressed. Tennessee Williams' very emotional story rolled along seamlessly and I mostly didn't mind the fact that we got into the theater at 7:15 and didn't leave until 11.
Then it was Steak&Shake, yum.