Monday, November 26, 2012

Our Town

I wish I could say that I enjoy Our Town, but overall, I just can't help but get bored reading it.  I think it's technically well-written, but content-wise pretty dull, unfortunately.  My first experience with this play was in high school when I saw a production that one of my friends was in.  I remember being so bored that almost all I could do was repeatedly consider how much time we had left until the show was over.  I think my main problem with the play is that it seems to try to be everything at once, and technically succeeds.  However, this success costs the show any specific focus, causing the play to end up rambling and lacking purpose other than to simply portray life in its most basic form.  For the first two acts, the play does just that - portraying life in the broadest stroke possible,.  However, once the play gets to its last act, it seems like a different play entirely.  No longer content with simply presenting life, Wilder now seems to want to make some grand statement about life after death and the ultimate point of life.  However, as his first two acts have all but made it a point to avoid commenting about anything at all, what he might've intended to be a bold statement ends up coming across as a non sequitur lacking any precedent or even a transition.  Overall, however, the play does succeed in its attempt to present a slice of life.  I guess, then, that this play can be considered a nice base from which other playwrights can form more complex arguments, thoughts, and opinions about life, but Our Town still remains a purposely colorless and ultimately tiring portrait of American life.

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