Ah, the 70's. Reminds me of my beloved chocolate brown corduroy blazer and my parents' misgivings about my insistence that I be allowed to stay up to watch "Maude". It was also a time when many in the country turned their attention to getting their groove on -- threesomes, foursomes, who cares? It was the swingin' 70's! But can the friendship of 2 couples survive the influences of the sexual revolution? That's what we get to find out in New Line Theatre's 20th season opener, I LOVE MY WIFE.
This was opening night and a few of the for real reviewers, like the people who really know their shit were there. I got chills. Okay not really, but you could feel everyone's anticipation to see this show, which hadn't been staged in St. Louis for many years, and that was cool. I also must say, there were a couple of chicks behind me who apparently were not aware of the "Excuse me, the show has started. STFU" rule. Luckily for me, they sat somewhere else for the second act. At one point early on when one of the couples was getting into bed, one of the girls said, "Oh my God. Are they gonna get in bed together?" … Uh, really? Did you enjoy your season at the Muny? But I digress…
This was opening night and a few of the for real reviewers, like the people who really know their shit were there. I got chills. Okay not really, but you could feel everyone's anticipation to see this show, which hadn't been staged in St. Louis for many years, and that was cool. I also must say, there were a couple of chicks behind me who apparently were not aware of the "Excuse me, the show has started. STFU" rule. Luckily for me, they sat somewhere else for the second act. At one point early on when one of the couples was getting into bed, one of the girls said, "Oh my God. Are they gonna get in bed together?" … Uh, really? Did you enjoy your season at the Muny? But I digress…
