When I went on Oasis back in '17, I had read allllll the negative reviews on Cats. Even read two positive ones. Said to myself, "Don't care. I'm going to see it for myself and make up my own mind."
I made a deal with myself that if I hated it, I would only leave at intermission because, well...RUDE.
So it starts and I'm amazed. The set, the costumes, the performers...oh my goodness, top-notch. I loved how they came down the aisles and made you really feel like part of the show. I thought, those Negative Nillies were wrong, that this is fabulous, blah blah. I'm watching people leave and I'm thinking, "RUDE."
I think I lasted twenty, MAYBE thirty minutes. It wasn't even a conscious decision. My legs straightened up and walked me right out the door, in the middle of the first act before I could think myself back to my seat. I couldn't even hold out for intermission because, well...AWFUL. If I could summarize the plot to Cats it would sound something like coughing up a hairball.
Some time later into the second act...I walked back into the theatre at the top, where I cannot be seen by performers, to see if it redeemed itself somehow. By now the theatre is 25% full. They are singing "Memories." I stand there for a few minutes before my legs gave up on it a second time and walked me back out of the theatre.
I'll be back on the Oasis in February 2023, and while I'm a sucker for punishment, this is one bad accident I don't care to witness again.