It’s always a disappointment when you read or view a story and you realize you’re ahead of the characters becuase the plot is too thin and so well worn. You can close the book, click off the remote or leave the theatre. Tougher to do in these fraught times with the Trump farce we’re all forced to live through, because hey, you know it affects our lives. It may be farce. It may feel comical or tragicomic. But the laughs are empty and hollow.
At the moment it’s all getting played out as entertainment. Because that’s all that’s really left. It’s obviously lucrative for the players and the storytellers even though the audience knows the storyline, the characters, and what the next moves will be. Will there be surprises? I’m sure there will be a few. But in the end, nothing that happens in the early going will change how you feel about the finale. No one was ever surprised at a Punch and Judy show.
This morning comes the predictable news that the decaying orange turd is asking for a delay. The only possible twist is what his hand-picked judge will do. I’m guessing she’ll stay in character and that will just prolong the story needlessly.
Lordy, I wish someone, somehow tied up in this tale would come up with an original twist or turn.
Life on the Wicked Stage: Act 3 