I really can't stand Brantley but this is one of the rare reviews where he doesn't put in a couple of long paragraphs with extraneous garbage. I can just imagine the rhapsodizing if Catherine were blonde. Oh how he would have gone on.
Grammatically questionable though it may be (has the Times no more copy editors?), I think he pithily sums up what is so particularly great about Miller's characters in this:
...[N]one of its characters are articulate, and much of the play’s power comes from the aching gap between simple words and vast and complex feelings.
Not having words, losing a name, this is the stuff of Shakespeare's fallen heroes and I think this production puts that in the center focus more intensely than even the LaPaglia/Janney version I loved in the '90s.
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