There are certain plays that you see, that while you may thoroughly enjoy them at the time, and may even be greatly moved while sitting in the audience, don’t stay with you for very long. Or if they do, they leave no lasting impact. Perhaps you chuckle at a joke. But every once and while you see something that moves you in the moment, and many moments to come.
Jez Butterworth’s play Jerusalem with an other worldly performance by Mark Rylance is one of them. I Can’t. Stop. Thinking. About. It. The play is a three act, two intermission behemoth that never feels slow, and gives one of the greatest actors an amazing canvas to shine. Coming out of the theater, and then flying back to Atlanta, all I could feel was the smallness of my world, compared to the vastness of this modern day myth.
I had heard so many wonderful things about Mark Rylance’s performance that I was prepared to discount the play. So happily, thankfully wrong.
One note about the role and this performance – there’s no way at my current level of fitness or lack thereof, that I could do justice to this role – even if I had the chops. Depressing. And then, inspiring.
Go see this or any production of it that you can.
Must. Get. Better.