It felt like 127 Hours

Imagine a friend of yours has invited you to a show of theirs. It's closing weekend and you have to go. He hasn't been on stage for about 20 years, and has made his return debut in a community theatre production, which is about 45 minutes away. The lead actor is the director who also wrote the piece. It's semi-autobiographical. It's three hours long. There's audience involvement in the show, only five people in the audience. The second act is one extended monologue, part spoken and part sung a capella, about the lead's father, who never loved him and only spoke Polish. The lead is tone-deaf. The father is a shadow puppet. In the third act, the lighting board short circuits, and the rest of the play is performed under house lights. There's a question and answer session after the show. And no air conditioning.

This year's Oscar ceremony was WORSE.