POST: 'Nice Fish' - it's only natural to think of isolation
What's it about?
2 men in the middle of nowhere contemplate life.
What'd I experience?
The Ann's Warehouse has definitely got to be one of Brooklyn's hidden treasures. Every show (two) I've watched has stuck with me. I know it sounds a little exaggerated, so I guess the best way to describe going to see a show there is like a visiting my grandparents. I don't see them much, but that makes every visit that much more important. It's always full of life lessons I wouldn't be able to get from anyone else but someone who's been on earth before me.
Nice Fish couldn't have come at a better time for me personally. The week of going to see the show I'd been talking to my friends about how irritated I was with cellphones. I think they have created a barrier that makes having simple conversation incredibly awkward. I know a lot of the people who know me on a personal level assume that I don't like speaking because of my reserved nature, but that doesn't mean I don't like listening and that's why I blame cellphones. It seems less and less that people aren't clutching their phone with their face 2 inches away from the screen in the middle of a conversation. What's even makes me sadder is that I seem to have held a grudge toward that habit and so when it happens I become angry with the situation and simply become unavailable to that person in that moment. So, I'm not sure if I need anger management or people need to let go of the phone.
The set was insanely beautiful and had such realistic details to it, not because it was actual snow covering the stage but because the lights on the side of the stage were actually visible during most of the performance. At first I was peeved, because the set and space in the theatre really made it feel like I was in some vast snowy place I've seen on Alaska the Last Frontier. The white cloth that was ruched across an inclined stage and the tiny little lights that twinkled above like stars. The lights that annoyed me so much slowly began to have their own meaning. Almost like it grounded the story and it's characters - reminders that life itself was kinda like a stage - and forced me to contemplate the meaning of life alongside the two men I've already forgotten the name of. So much for being memorable.
I don’t want to spoil anything about Nice Fish, because it is really worth experiencing, but I feel like it’s really important to note something the story told. It’s only natural that two men in the middle of nowhere would make me think about isolation. At one point the large chuck of ice that the men are fishing on breaks off and begins to drift away. After panicking for a few minutes the men resign and continue to contemplate life, because seriously what else can you do when you’re potentially in a life or death situation. One of the men begins to ponder whether or not he took advantage of his life back home. If he loved, cared, and lived enough. The whole Eat, Pray, Love thing. That’s when I felt like I was seeing my whole love-hate relationship with cell phones. They can connect people and be such a helpful tool, but they also have an ugly side that isolates. It can create a manufactured life that needs constant attention to keep up with everyone else instead of enjoying the comfort of being myself. It’s like the people I talk to are the two men on that large chunk of ice drifting away as I stand back watching - just as helpless.