This is by far the most honest review of the play that I’ve seen. Thank you for telling it the way it is Ms Klugman. The attempt (if that’s what can call it) at a period look is utterly hopeless – mismatched furniture, teacups, and costumes give the piece an amateur look before the actors even arrive on stage, and when they do –
scene one – we are left totally unconvinced that the young stagehand really is trying his hardest to get the journalist to leave the dressing room or that she is trying her hardest to stay. Such an easy fix – basic characters objectives and high stakes. One has to ask (as one does again and again with this production) where the hell is the director in all this? There is so much wooden acting in this production that the theater may have to take out extra termite insurance before the end of the run! Besides the wood, there was a fair amount of mincing, so much in fact that a new subplot has emerged of a love story between Othello and his French theater manager, and when i say French, the butchered accent is about as french as french fries. You rightly pick out the two fine female actors in the production, Bertram and Stephens, poor souls, who valiantly put up a fight and endeavor to lessen the pain we feel at having spent $25 on this crud.
This is by far the most honest review of the play that I’ve seen. Thank you for telling it the way it is Ms Klugman. The attempt (if that’s what can call it) at a period look is utterly hopeless – mismatched furniture, teacups, and costumes give the piece an amateur look before the actors even arrive on stage, and when they do –
scene one – we are left totally unconvinced that the young stagehand really is trying his hardest to get the journalist to leave the dressing room or that she is trying her hardest to stay. Such an easy fix – basic characters objectives and high stakes. One has to ask (as one does again and again with this production) where the hell is the director in all this? There is so much wooden acting in this production that the theater may have to take out extra termite insurance before the end of the run! Besides the wood, there was a fair amount of mincing, so much in fact that a new subplot has emerged of a love story between Othello and his French theater manager, and when i say French, the butchered accent is about as french as french fries. You rightly pick out the two fine female actors in the production, Bertram and Stephens, poor souls, who valiantly put up a fight and endeavor to lessen the pain we feel at having spent $25 on this crud.