Too disturbed by the play to really write about it. There is something discomfiting about seeing real life dwarfs sitting on doll-house-sized furniture (forming part of the set) while normal height women stoop or crouch and crawl about the stage, trying to fit into the half-sized world. Hearing children (the same size as the men) screaming in terror as giant witches with long white hair sweep the stage on stilts. Watching love-making scenes where husband and wife, as well as the audience, feel tortured. The play is disturbing because it makes one ask these questions: "Why do women manipulate men?" "Why is an insecure man such a frightening creature?" "Why do women act like sweet gentle dolls to win the favor of men, only to grow into cruel giants and crush the men as revenge for the disappointment they face about discovering that the men were not who they thought they had married?"
Perhaps it was also disturbing because it reminded me of things in the past.
My guy friends, don't ever think you are acquiring a doll. My gal friends, make sure you really can respect him.
Perhaps it was also disturbing because it reminded me of things in the past.
My guy friends, don't ever think you are acquiring a doll. My gal friends, make sure you really can respect him.
