
While three hours of paying attention to Sophocles can sound ... tiring ... it actually was pretty engaging. The only low point was the actor who played Oedipus as a young man who finds out that he indeed killed his father and married his mother. The other actors were fantastic, and really brought this odd world of gods and monsters to life.
While I was distracted by their modern sandals with rubber soles, it was really fun to sit in the front row, where the actors could spit on us, and where we could see the stabbed eyes of Oedipus up close. However, the seats are so close to the stage that the husband commented that it was like sitting on a Mexican bus. But without the chickens.
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