One of the phrases I hear most often after theater is: “Well… it just wasn’t for me.” And sometimes, that’s absolutely true. Not every show is built for every audience member. Some productions operate inside theatrical languages that certain people connect to more naturally than others. Some audiences love realism. Others want abstraction. Some want emotional intensity. Others want escape. Taste matters. But I’ve also started noticing how often audiences use “not for me” to avoid saying something more specific. Something riskier. Like: “I didn’t believe that performance.” “The emotional turn didn’t feel earned.” “The structure lost momentum.” “The writing never fully connected the idea to the execution.” Those are not statements about taste alone.Those are observations about craft.And I think the distinction matters. Because if every response becomes purely subjective, meaningful conversation about theater begins disappearing. Everything becomes untouchable. Beyond analysis. Beyond discernment. But theater is built from choices.
And audiences are responding to those choices whether they articulate it clearly or not.I thought a great deal about this while watching Penelope, a musical by Alex Bechtel, Grace McLean, and Eva Steinmetz at Kavinoky Theater. A colleague recently called it a “cabaret musical”. There were elements of the production I genuinely admired. The intimacy of the staging. The humor woven through loneliness. The musical precision. And the performance work of Amy Jakiel, particularly during “Drunk Iliad,” where her comic timing revealed the emotional core of the character beautifully. And yet, I also felt distance. I kept waiting for the emotional world of the production to rupture open in a way it never fully did.And afterward, I had to confront something uncomfortable in my own response to the piece. Part of my distance from Penelope came from realizing that I wanted a different story than the one I was being given. I wanted to root for Penelope more than sympathize with her. I wanted anger. Explosion. A kind of emotional ferocity.I found myself waiting for the character to weaponize her loneliness and frustration into something sharper, louder, more dangerous.And that expectation had as much to do with me—my experiences, my instincts, the kinds of women characters I emotionally connect to—as it did with the production itself. Because that ultimately was not the story I was watching. In fact, on his website, creator Alex Bechtel describes Penelope this way: “Penelope is a theatrical love letter to all those who wait. For someone they love. For something they believe in. And hope that the wait will end well.” And honestly, I did feel that theme throughout the production. The stillness. The longing. The ache of waiting. The show was reaching toward tenderness and endurance more than rupture and fury.It simply hit me differently than I expected. And that realization became important because it clarified something for me: this was an example of taste, not necessarily failure of craft. Not because it erased the questions I still had about the emotional progression of the piece, but because it forced me to recognize the difference between engaging with the work and trying to rewrite it in my own mind while experiencing it. Audiences who consume a great deal of theater often begin mentally “fixing” productions while watching them. We start imagining: different emotional turns different endings different directorial choices different ruptures We begin shaping the production into the version we personally wish existed. But I’m beginning to think that isn’t actually our job as audience members. Our responsibility is not to remake the work into our preferred version of itself. It is to understand what the work is attempting to do—and then honestly examine whether it succeeds on its own terms. And that, to me, is where the distinction between taste and craft becomes most useful. Because not every show is for every audience. And not every feeling of distance means the production has failed. Sometimes the work and the audience member are simply reaching toward different emotional experiences. But that doesn’t mean audiences should stop interrogating their responses honestly. Critique is not cruelty. Thoughtfulness is not negativity. And saying something didn’t fully connect for you is not the same thing as dismissing the labor of the artists involved. In fact, I’d argue the opposite. Careful attention is a form of respect.Because theater is alive. Collaborative. Imperfect. And part of what makes it exciting is that audiences are experiencing it in real time, actively processing what is and isn’t reaching them emotionally, intellectually, and aesthetically. Some productions change us immediately. Others challenge us because of the distance they create. And maybe part of becoming a more engaged audience member is learning to recognize the difference between: “This failed.” and: “This wasn’t speaking to the part of me that wanted something else. ”Because somewhere between taste and craft is where deeper engagement begins. For more reflections on audience response, criticism, and the complicated relationship between taste and theatrical craft, check out Episode 3 of the Standing Ovation? podcast.
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What audience reactions reveal about how we experience theater—and what we avoid saying. Standing ovations have become routine. The lights come up, the cast takes their bow—and almost everyone stands. It’s immediate. Collective. Expected. And I’ve started to wonder what, exactly, we’re responding to. Because I’ve sat in theaters this season where the work was strong—and others where it was uneven. Moments that landed. Moments that didn’t. Choices that felt fully realized, and others that felt underdeveloped.And still, the response was the same. We stand. We applaud. We say, “It was amazing.” But rarely do we talk about the moments that didn’t quite reach us. The transition that felt rushed. The character choice that didn’t hold. The emotional beat that never fully arrived. Not harshly. Not dismissively. Just… honestly. Instead, we soften. We generalize. We default to praise. Part of that is generosity. Theater is live, communal, vulnerable. We’re watching people take risks in real time. There’s a desire to support that—to honor the effort, the labor, the presence. But somewhere along the way, support has started to replace discernment. Because there’s a difference between appreciating the work and fully engaging with it. And when we skip that second step—when we don’t name what didn’t land—we lose something. Artists lose useful reflection. Audiences lose depth of experience. And the work itself stays unchallenged. Theater is unique in that it happens with us. Our attention, our belief, our response—they’re part of the exchange. But if that response becomes predictable, automatic, detached from what we actually felt in the room, then what are we participating in? Maybe the standing ovation isn’t always about the show. Maybe it’s about habit. About community. About wanting to be seen as supportive, as kind, as someone who “gets it.” And none of those impulses are wrong. But they’re not the same as engagement. Because engagement asks more of us. It asks us to notice when we lean in—and when we pull back. To sit with discomfort. To name confusion. To trust our own experience, even when it’s not the same as the room. Not every show needs to be perfect. Not every response needs to be critical. But if everything is met with the same level of praise, we lose the ability to recognize what truly moves us. And maybe the question isn’t whether we should stand.It’s why we do. I’m unpacking that more in this week’s episode of Standing Ovation? —looking at what our reactions reveal, and what they might be covering. |
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Who Is Buffalo Musical Theatre For?
After seeing three recent productions--
A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder at MusicalFare, Islander at Irish Classical Theatre, and The Ghost Brothers of Darkland County at Road Less Traveled Productions-- I’ve been sitting with a question that feels bigger than any one show. Not whether the work is good. Not whether it’s entertaining. But who it’s actually for. Each of these productions offered something distinct. A Gentleman’s Guide was polished, funny, and technically sharp—Buffalo doing what it does well. Islander was something rarer: inventive, intimate, and rooted in imagination, asking the audience to lean in rather than sit back. And Ghost Brothers, written by Stephen King with music by John Mellencamp, arrived with name recognition and strong production elements, but left me wrestling with the text in ways I’m still unpacking. What struck me across all three wasn’t just their differences—it was the feeling that they were speaking to very different audiences, whether intentionally or not. And that raised a larger question for me:How often are we thinking about audience as more than just attendance? Buffalo theater is full of talent. That’s not the issue. But there’s a difference between filling seats and engaging a community—and I’m not always convinced those two things are aligned. There’s also something happening in the room itself. Audiences here are generous—sometimes overwhelmingly so. Standing ovations come quickly, almost reflexively. And while that generosity is part of what makes this theater community feel supportive, it also raises another question: What does it mean to respond honestly to what we’re seeing? Not every show has to be for everyone. It shouldn’t be. But when programming choices, audience habits, and artistic risk don’t quite line up, it’s worth paying attention. I’ve been thinking about this more deeply—about these shows, these audiences, and what we might be asking of each other-- and I’ll be unpacking it further in my upcoming podcast, Standing Ovation? Because the question isn’t just what we’re watching. It’s who we believe belongs in the room. annette daniels-TaylorPlaywright, actor, director, and educator reflecting on theater, performance, criticism, and the emotional exchange between artists and audiences. ArchivesCategories |



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