Three Seasons' machinations so announce themselves ("Incoming third act--duck!") that you can see through them completely to wonder about their purpose. The cinematic journey to joyfulness is well-trodden: Why do people come back, again and again, to relive it? Perhaps they're attracted to the ritual of it, the time-out-of-time ceremony in which the star gods act out human sin and salvation again and again into perpetuity. Temporal social and economic inequalities disappear from view, displaced by the practiced, abstract gestures of the rite. Led through the familiar service by the director deity, the audience feels comforted, comfortable. What's the price of a ticket to these moments in the light, knowing you are loved?
Going once, going twice...sold! Zoe Bui in Tony Bui's Three Seasons