Watching Arthur Miller's “Death of a Salesman” for the first time at the London Theater was both entertaining and frustrating. The degree of bewilderment created by protagonist Willy Loman led to the loss of my undivided attention, as past experiences and present events blended together in what seemed to be a mass of random thoughts and phrases. I lost focus when I tried to grasp and understand what was happening and at the same time try to distinguish between reality and imagination. After finally regaining consciousness from the shocking events depicted on stage, the show seemed to change completely once again, introducing a vicious cycle. The plot is unpredictable due to time changes, and flying from scene to scene will undoubtedly give you jet lag. Willy Loman, a character inspiring enough to hold his own separate review, displays throughout the play his completely distorted view of the American dream and how to be a successful businessman. In turn, Willy brainwashes his family (especially Biff and Happy, Willy's sons) into the misleading image of the American dream he established. Willy, clearly not an ideal father, teaches Biff and Happy a series of lies about how to succeed. Willy is not an ideal father, in the sense that he cannot distinguish right from wrong, not even for his children. Seeing how Willy raised his children gave me a migraine. It got to the point where my eyes started burning and all I wanted to do was tear my hair out. He accepted the issue of his son's theft, which definitely had a substantial impact on me. Just ten minutes into the show, there was one element that I knew would haunt me for the rest of the show; Willy's colours... in the center of the card... his favourites. Willy does not recognize that Happy is being neglected by his father in the same way that Willy was neglected by his. As much as Willy doesn't know, he should understand that open differential parenting not only affects the less advantaged child, but the family as a whole. Hearing Happy's cries for his father's attention almost made me cry with contempt. The only interesting aspect of this stage play was how confusing the concept was. Jumping from one time frame to another was an experience in itself. It was Willy's presence and the influence he had on his family that made the show what it was: baffling. If you like roller coasters with an endless amount of twists and turns, this is the game for you. On the other hand, if you're like me and prefer to keep your head intact and functioning, don't waste your time or thinking skills here.