There is, I believe, a catastrophic error of judgment in Anthony Page’s production of Waiting for Godot, starring Nathan Lane and Bill Irwin.
Samuel Beckett’s seminal Modernist masterpiece—first produced in America in 1956—is famously set in a void with only a near-barren tree (a Beckett tree: one too fragile upon which to hang yourself). Read More
Rachel Getting Married
Running time 113 minutes
Written by Jenny Lumet
Directed by Jonathan Demme
Starring Anne Hathaway, Debra Winger, Bill Irwin
Jonathan Demme’s Rachel Getting Married, from a screenplay by Jenny Lumet, is said to have been inspired by Robert Altman’s satirically free-wheeling A Wedding (1978), and probably by Read More
Rachel Getting Married
Running Time 114 minutes
Written By Jenny Lumet
Directed By Jonathan Demme
Starring Anne Hathaway, Rosemarie DeWitt, Bill Irwin, Mather Zickel, Debra Winger
After dazzling tough film festival audiences in Venice and Toronto, Jonathan Demme’s pulsating new film Rachel Getting Married has arrived on Read More
This year’s Fall for Dance Festival follows the pattern of last year’s, which was the first: At each of six performances, five different companies present a single work. Six performances, 30 works. It’s a lot to take in, and I’ve only been able to make it to the first two shows, but some home truths Read More
It takes two to make a memorable fight, and a heavyweight beating up a lightweight is no contest at all. The Broadway revival of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Edward Albee’s famous drama about a murderously destructive marriage, is a reminder of how good the play still is. But I’m afraid it’s an uneven battle Read More
So many people were doubled up with laughter at Bill Irwin’s latest feat of clowning at the Signature Theatre, they were in danger of spoiling my displeasure. They made me feel guilty for not laughing. Who wants to be the one in the audience with the invisible sign over their head: “MISERY”?
Not I (as Read More
Not to find a clown sweet and funny is close to heresy, I guess. All clowns are sweet and funny by right. That’s why they’re clowns. They’ve only to appear in white face and do a little mime for us, and voila! -the cynical adult world is magically charmed and returned to purest childhood. Read More
On a recent evening, under the solemn gaze of King Hassan’s young grandson whose portrait hangs over the bar, I met a friend at Chez Es Saada, a Moroccan restaurant in the East Village. The wrought-iron barstools, which have small seats covered in patches of Berber rug, are certainly pretty, but you can’t sit on Read More
