…loves it’s company.

I went to see Misery at the Broadhurst Theatre on Broadway on this cold, rainy November night and I was… definitely intrigued.

It’s been a long week and before the show had even started I was a little heavy-eyed. Flash forward to 8:07 when the first clap of distant thunder set the show on its feet and I became pretty entranced for the duration of the 95-or-so minutes that followed.

I had never read the book or seen the movie, so I was blind here. Some humor at first, followed by some more, followed by some crazy Metcalf fan-girling a bed-ridden Willis, who plays a relatively famous author of a well known book series entitled Misery (with sub-titles as the eight books are released throughout his career). I’ll fully admit I wasn’t expecting humor here — at all. But I’m glad it was present.

The relationship between the two is weird for lack of a better term. I’m your biggest fan, but I’m furious with you for how you ended your last book, but I’ll still cool your breakfast, lunch and dinner, but you’re a psychopath, but let’s have dinner, but you also just bought me a typewriter (which I will later knock you unconscious with), but I’ll dedicate my next book to you… but let’s kill each other, cause there’s no other way out of this.

Despite this roller coaster of a prisoner-driven relationship, I enjoyed the ups and downs, and can appreciate their significance. (Willis wants to live and Metcalf wants the ending she was expecting of the book series — obviously).

The third character, unfortunately, gets lost in the whirlwind of the story (complimented by an AWESOME revolving set including the exterior of the house, the kitchen, the living room and the room where Willis is being held prisoner) until a big moment towards the end that had the audience *actually* screaming. Like, really.

(Side note: One thing I was furious about was the woman next to me, who basically word-vomited the entire ending DURING THE FIRST SCENE. Not cool.)

All-in-all, though, the “suspense thriller” on-stage is not something I’ll ever be fully satisfied with. My hunger to actually be -frightened- by something on stage was not met tonight (nor has it ever been… and I’ve even seen “Carrie” the musical!) [that was a joke] and I’m not sure it ever will be. But for a Stephen King page-to-stage adaptation, I impressed. Now I just have to read the book. [11.12.15 8PM]


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