Years ago, I saw a community theatre production of You Can't Take It With You. The director condense the three acts into two, added a meaningless Christmas dance, and had the actors overact every moderately funny moment so they devoured the scenery, and a pleasant comedy became about as subtle as a Three Stooges short.
I went backstage, met the director, and tried to impress the point of following stage directions. His response was, "Stage Directions! They're for Stage Managers in the Thirties!" |
