No accounting for taste

I just went to see what I thought was a fabulous new play. It's called "Yet tell my name again to me" (good title, no? from Tennyson apparently...) and is about Harriet Taylor and J.S. Mill's early love life. And it was truly a student play - not only acted and directed by students, but written by one as well. I thought the writing was great, the acting definitely fine considering, and overall made for an enjoyable and really thought-provoking evening. 

Apparently I was in a minority...the people in the row in front of me couldn't stop giggling at the (rather serious) end of the first act, and the people to my left didn't come back after intermission. They said something about it being a bit too much, and voting with their feet, and left...

Sigh. 

I think it's brave to write a play, and put it on. And especially a play about something like this. And more than that, I thought the brave effort paid off into a really very good play. I'm not sure what people expect out of this sort of thing, but I am sure I expect more out of people.