Yes, Shenkman delivered big when he had to, so even though earlier a lot of Robbie's POV was mine, I was moved by him, ultimately. The beach scene with Wilson was wonderful.
I remain a big fan of the play as a whole, and Perestroika worked far better on film than in the theater. And what I debated here a month ago -- Kushner abandoning Joe in the denouement -- I didn't feel at all, curiously. The final cross between Wilson/Streep on the NY street was satisfying. I do still feel the 2nd Angel visit, and some of the celestial, Shavian discourse detracts from Perestroika's strongest, character-driven moments, which make indelible impressions (the Cohn/Belize material -- which is some of the finest writing in the theater ever; Harper's and Hannah's individual catharses,as both women emerges as a heartbreaking characters we care deeply about.)
Perhaps it's inevitable that in a 6-7 hour story, we all have subjective spates of impatience. The people we are most interested in we want to get to, and quickly. That varies from viewer to viewer. Me, I can't shake the Cohn death sequence from my head this a.m., and will never forget how I was freshly surprised by the turns in the scene, even knowing the outcome. (I knew what was up Roy's sleeve, but when he says "mama?" to Ethel, my heart was still in my throat. This is a Shakespearean character!)
To my surprise, the moment that made me weep last night was after Wright's Belize brought in Louis for the Kadish, and then took the politically-acquired AZT from Roy's mini-bar in his room. It's a moment of expediency, quiet, personal defiance to help drug-less Prior -- call it pragmatic revolution -- that says as much about the 80s as anything.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 12/15/03 at 12:10 PM