One word...gruesome.
We had a small gringo house that didn't laugh much. That is a problem.
I didn't know this but the dead space in scenes and between scenes is covered by the laughter. No laughter, massive dead space.
That kills comedy.
Laughter is an interesting thing. It begets itself. So laughter, at it's best, rolls and builds and rolls and builds.
But there has to be laughter for all this to get going.
Standing back stage, I would hear funny line after funny line without a laugh.
That is ugly.
Now another problem arises.
The cast starts to get pissed. We knew we were doing our job and the audience was letting us down.
This is called a downward spiral. Getting behind the power curve. Lost without a map.
We tried to cover up our anger but I am sure it communicates at some level.
One comment after the show was over: "Good effort." Hell, he might as well as kicked us in the balls.
The truth is better than being patronized, I'll give you that, but it still stings.
I am glad the night is over. We had a stinker in Sylvia too, so it is to be expected.
But not enjoyed.
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