Heaven, or something like it
Earlier in June, I saw I and You , a play by Lauren Gunderson at Strawberry Theater Workshop ’s (ongoing until July 9) Strawberry Jam at the 12th Avenue Arts space on Capitol Hill. Near the end, there is a transformative moment where I realized the world I thought I was in, was not really the world at all. Afterwards, talking with friends, it hit me how what I viewed as the conventions of theater tricked me into staying in the old world. I had been unable to think of a good way to introduce this concept. This week, though, I found the perfect example in the movie The Sixth Sense. It’s the scene where Malcom (Bruce Willis) arrives late for dinner with his wife Anna (Olivia Williams). She is at a table for two but there is only one place-setting. Malcolm apologizes for being late. He thought dinner was going to be at a different Italian restaurant. Then he talks and talks. Anna never says a word. The check comes and Anna appears to snatch it away from Malcolm just as he is reaching...