I’m more excited about the upcoming action-thriller Into the Storm than I am the respectable stage play of The Crucible. While The Crucible’s John Proctor looks like he’s chock-full of sex appeal, I’m finding myself drawn to Into the Storm’s loafer-wearing vice principal Gary Morris more than I thought I would.
Gary is a father who is searching for his teenage child; he’s a teacher who willingly carries responsibility on his shoulders; he’s a man who finds himself drawn to a woman, not in a sexually fueled way but more like “we’re in this together.” These are all things that appeal to me and themes that regularly show up in my daydreams.
Now there is the whole aspect of me being afraid of tornadoes in real life to consider, so seeing Into the Storm that first time may be nail-bitingly nerve wracking but I think it’s going to be more of a it’s-fun-sometimes-to-be-scared experience that will be enjoyable.
And then there is the important fact that I will actually be able to take part in seeing Into the Storm with relatively little disruption to my life; The Crucible with it’s financial, geographical, and time constraints will be leaving me out of the action. I’ve tried my hardest to find a way around these issues but alas, it is just not meant to be.
I greatly enjoyed reading The Crucible, I found the premise and the issues it raised interesting and relevant from both a historical and social angle. Not to mention from a fandom standpoint as well…
The accounts of the play that I have been reading sound very emotionally intense, and to witness that “live” may carry a heavy weight. Let’s just forget about the whole wait-in-a-ridiculously-long-line-in-a-back-alley-after-an-intense-4-hour-experience-to-steal-2-minutes-of-the-object-of-my-affection’s-attention; I doubt I’d be taking part in that even if I were to attend. I adore you Richard, I really do, but that doesn’t seem worth the hassle.
A Matinee performance may leave me in a better mood, since I regularly go to bed at 10pm, but even then I would feel off-kilter standing in line just to say Hello. I’d feel pressured into getting a pic and autograph, even though I don’t really need them, in order to receive the friendly handshake and 3 seconds of looking into those lovely blue peepers that I truly desire. I’d promptly look away, blush, and drown in my awkwardness immediately after, of course.
No, I think I better stick to the sweaty palms brought on by fake tornadoes and the fantasy of Gary Morris rescuing me, it will be safer.
Confession: I prefer the Into the Storm experience over The Crucible one because in my fantasy Gary will rescue me…not everyone who is standing in front of me, and then everyone behind me as well. I want to be memorable. I’m selfish like that.