I went to the theatre tonight to see an updated version of the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. The premise was that Romeo was Jewish and Juliet Muslim in contemporary Jerusalem. I am not sure the play worked on several levels, and Juliet’s flat performance did not help matters. Campy Mercutio stole the show but I don’t remember that type of character in this tale of woe. It is better suited to Shakespeare’s comedies.
I have always struggled with this storyline—two star-crossed lovers who do not really have much on which to base their love kill themselves for love…the play may have “much to do with hate and more with love” but I for one have never understood what their love was about, other than an initial physical attraction. They probably would have divorced in a year or six weeks if it were really contemporary society. The tabloids would have had a heyday.
Bitterly cold night here in the ‘Peg but I got two warm hugs at intermission: one from a priest friend and the other from the Archbishop with the funniest line of the night as he called me Jacquie which he usually does and when I corrected him, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, “I know, now I am just teasing you.”
Peace,
Suzanne
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