Jan 17, 2011 — 6:41:06 PM
"Since I left with equally fond feelings toward all the fresh-faced cast members, I’m singling out only one performance, that of the sheet. It is white, unembroidered and, I would guess, queen-sized. Before the show ends, it has effortlessly become a billowing sea, a virginal bedspread, a mournful shroud and a Roman toga, among other things. Like the trunk, it deserves its own curtain call. Psst, Ms. Taymor. I hear there’s a white sale at Macy’s." I love that last line. Brantley must be chomp...