So, this production of The Tempest was not better than Prometheus.
Recall that as the storm passes, Miranda says,
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch
But that the sea, mounting to th’welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer….
Well, Trish Lindström shrieked it hysterically, contorting her face like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.
After that we left.