Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Peter Anderson and Will Anderson. Photo: Eileen O'Donnell.
Monday, December 23, 2013
END OF YEAR WINDING DOWN: PART I--FOUR REVIEWS: 191. THE (CURIOUS CASE OF THE) WATSON INTELLIGENCE; 192. MAJESTY AND MAYHEM; 193. ANALOG.UE; 194. WAITING FOR GODOT.
Amanda Quad and John Ellison Conlee. Photo: Joan Marcus.
Jackie Dempsey. Photo: John Altdorfer.
The pun in "Kitson's last tape" will remind some readers of the world of the great Sam Beckett, well represented by three productions this fall. Having been terribly impressed several weeks ago by the master class in acting given by Sirs Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart in Pinter’s NO MAN’S LAND, I’d been anxiously waiting to see them in WAITING FOR GODOT, Beckett’s existential masterpiece, now being revived at the Cort Theatre. The wait was justified by performances that capture the humor and pathos of the dramatist’s bleak wasteland with laserlike precision, each line’s meaning perfectly gauged, each pause superbly timed, each vaudevillian gesture and shtick—including a memorable Laurel and Hardy exchange of bowler hats—masterfully executed. Sir Ian’s Estragon (or Gogo) is a disheveled, filthy, bearded, beggarlike scarecrow of a man, almost like a vision of what his Spooner in NO MAN’S LAND might one day become after a lifetime of continued hardship, while Sir Patrick’s Vladimir (or Didi) retains beneath his shabby rags the essence of once-dapper, elegant refinement, reminiscent of his smartly dressed Hirst in the Pinter play. If Gogo is Jerry Lewis, Didi is Dean Martin. When things become too much for Gogo to bear and he wants to go, it’s always Didi who reminds him, “We cannot.” “Why not?” “We’re waiting for Godot” (that last word pronounced here as GODot--rhymes with "lotto").
Shuler Hensley and Billy Crudup. Photo: Joan Marcus.
And here's a little Christmas treat for all you Beckettians and anti-Beckettians:
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Amy Irving and Herman Cornejo. Photo: Joan Marcus.