NY Sun is Mixed:
"The glories of this pairing are still there to be found and savored. But Mr. Davies's suspiciously boisterous production of the 1947 play — which has imported its entire London cast, led by Mr. Spacey, Ms. Best, and Colm Meaney as Phil Hogan, the aforementioned coot — lets the bawdy first half suck up too much oxygen, diminishing the richer emotions that follow.
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"She is so oversize for a woman that she is almost a freak," O'Neill writes of her on the play's very first page, and yet the decidedly undersize, finefeatured Ms. Best embodies this "ugly overgrown lump of a woman" with ferocious, heartrending commitment. She's at least a decade younger than most of the other famous Josies (Colleen Dewhurst, Wendy Hiller, Cherry Jones), and her coltish awkwardness and cracked, almost adolescent voice make Josie seem even less seasoned.
With her sinewy arms and faded print dress, she's less the typical Rubenesque vision of fecundity and more an iconic Dorothea Lange image from the Great Depression. (Bob Crowley's forlorn set design, with its precipitously leaning farmhouse and rusty farm brica-brac, accentuates the Dust Bowl parallels.) And yet Ms. Best, while up for the coy banter that punctuates so much of Mr. Davies's production, summons every ounce of the scouring forcefulness that makes Josie's and James's transformation possible.
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In real life, James O'Neill's ghost wouldn't have long to wait. Eugene O'Neill set "Moon" in September 1923 — just a few weeks before his brother died after slipping into an alcohol-induced coma. Their mother had died less than nine months earlier, and the two deaths were clearly interwoven in the author's mind, even some 20 years later. This becomes evident in James Tyrone's climactic monologue about his shameful behavior immediately before and after his mother's death.
This monologue, a tale of guiltdrenched licentiousness, is only slightly less triumphant than James's parallel speech in "Long Day's Journey." Even during this scene, though, Mr. Spacey never lets the showman fade completely. A generous assessment of his antic delivery is that he is masking James's self-loathing with a carefree façade. Still, it's hard not to assume that he's merely delivering a few extra easy laughs — and sidelining Ms. Best's majestic efforts in the process. This sort of mooning about is more than just misguided. It's misbegotten."
http://www.nysun.com/article/52170
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