You probably think you already know the story. I know that’s what I thought, entering Seattle Children’s Theatre to see The Diary of Anne Frank over the weekend.
Not only did I think I knew the story, I thought I knew the play inside and out. It was in our English curriculum in middle school. After we read it, we watched the movie. A few years later, in acting classes, our instructor had us use passages from the play to do scene work. Ten years later, in 2005, I visited Amsterdam and toured the annex where Anne Frank, her sister, her parents, another set of parents and their son, and a dentist, all lived, in hiding, from 1942 to 1944. I almost kept it together the whole time, but when I got to the last room and saw a board game hanging on the wall, I lost it.
The set at Seattle Children’s Theatre is not the same layout as the actual annex (of course), but it’s a fine approximation, and this production is worth seeing, because it’s filled with phenomenal performances.
