As we take our seats for Twelfth Night or Uncle Vanya , playing in repertory at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, we see projected on the back wall of each set the same unifying message: “O learn to read what silent love hath writ.” Hmmm, we surely think. Food for thought there!
Sam Mendes, the Read More
Everyman’s Uncle Throws
Temper Tantrum in Chekhov’s Vanya
Chekhov is such a lovely writer, isn’t he? Is there anyone who “gets” us better? Is there any dramatist who better reveals commonplace, laughable life? With all his plays, and particularly Uncle Vanya , tears and laughter are always close, even inseparable. It is within Chekhov’s Read More
Another opening, another Hamlet !
I must say, with regrets, that I found the Royal National Theatre production of
Hamlet a very poor one, indeed. It
shall henceforth be known as “The Suitcase Hamlet .”
The motif of John Caird’s long, literal, murky production-the bewilderingly
lame idea behind his entire conception of the play-is Read More