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Grounded is at the Anspacher. After spending close to 3 hours looking at people's butts during the Normal Heart, I will no longer sit on the side there.
So I go into negotiations with the amazingly patient box office guy, and my friends and I end up with 5 out of 6 of the left box seats for a Saturday matinee, despite our general aversion to Saturday matinees.
(A big part of the problem is that the Public has sent aside the lion's share of the center seats for people with Amex and $150/seat. Not their most public moment.)
And then I trip on the stairs and bang up my knees. And later, the rush over, the ice bags on my knees, talking to one of the friends I'm going with, the question arises, "What the heck is Julie Taymor doing directing Grounded?"
I saw Grounded when it was Off-Off-Broadway. It made my top 10 for last year. It's an excellent play. The one character, known as the pilot, talks about her life as a pilot. In this simple structure, it is chilling, thought-provoking, and intimate.
Intimate. Not a word one associates with Julie Taymor. Actor-focused. Not a phrase one associates with Julie Taymor.
Here's what I hope: Taymor, annoyed by all the reviews of Midsummer Night's Dream saying how she can't direct actors, has decided to show us what she can do on a much smaller palate.
Here's what I fear: Taymor will take Grounded and Taymor-ize it, with stunning visuals.
I love Julie Taymor. I think she's brilliant. I think she's not right for Grounded. I look forward to her proving me wrong.