Seeing the Stage Through Our Eyes - Walnut Street Theatre
Seeing the Stage Through Our Eyes - Walnut Street Theatre
Seeing the Stage Through Our Eyes - Walnut Street Theatre
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Margot Field<br />
Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Aspects of Love begs <strong>the</strong> notion “Love Changes Everything”.<br />
While I don’t doubt <strong>the</strong> truth in that statement, I did doubt something else; whe<strong>the</strong>r or not<br />
<strong>the</strong> characters were actually in love. My problem with Aspects lies not in <strong>the</strong> near flawless<br />
production but in Webber’s words.<br />
<strong>Through</strong>out <strong>the</strong> musical, we’re told time and time again about <strong>the</strong> intense emotions<br />
<strong>the</strong> characters feel for each o<strong>the</strong>r. Despite this, <strong>the</strong> only proof we’re given are make out<br />
scenes on trains or words of an apparent engagement. While I myself could not be<br />
considered an expert on love, I’ve learned from enough romantic comedies that you need at<br />
least a montage of <strong>the</strong> characters playing house in an IKEA to prove to <strong>the</strong> audience that<br />
<strong>the</strong>y’re falling in love. (Or any o<strong>the</strong>r furniture store, I’m not picky)<br />
Instead, Webber chooses to show <strong>the</strong> audience how volatile love can be. He shows<br />
us every variation of couple. He puts a woman between uncle and nephew. He hints at<br />
lesbianism. He even throws us a curve ball with a 15 year old girl falling for her 34 year old<br />
cousin.<br />
The truth is: Aspects is uncomfortable. It’s as if Webber thought of <strong>the</strong> most<br />
awkward romantic situations and came up with a tag line to rationalize all of <strong>the</strong>m (i.e.”<br />
Love Changes Everything”). It takes all <strong>the</strong> melodrama of a soap opera and adds sickly<br />
sweet show tunes.<br />
Unlike a soap opera, <strong>the</strong>re is one key difference: it’s live. Which meant that<br />
unfortunately for me, (and I suspect some of <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r teenagers watching with <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
parents) I was not given <strong>the</strong> opportunity to strategically get up and go to <strong>the</strong> kitchen for a<br />
cup of tea right when <strong>the</strong> actors start taking off <strong>the</strong>ir clothing.<br />
When <strong>the</strong> curtain closed and <strong>the</strong> lights came back on in <strong>the</strong> <strong>Walnut</strong> <strong>Street</strong> <strong>Theatre</strong> I<br />
pondered <strong>the</strong> meaning of love. Prior to <strong>the</strong> performance I, <strong>the</strong> inexperienced 16‐year‐old,<br />
had a blurry vision of it shaped only by pop culture. After Aspects, I still had no solid<br />
definition for love; I just knew I didn’t want it to be anything like that.