I was there last night, as well. Got excellent center orchestra seats at TKTS just before curtain. I didn't notice the prompter, but I did see Joan Rivers sitting in the orchestra with two friends.
I was really moved by the production. Redgrave captures both Daisy's strong-willed obstinance and, as the play progresses, her tenderness. Gaines again proves why he has four Tonys. But the real story here is Jones. The last few times I saw him on stage (CAT, ON GOLDEN POND), he regrettably fell into a shtick pattern: he was James Earl Jones playing James Earl Jones playing whatever role he was playing. In this production, I saw nothing but Hoke, and his interpretation of the role is fresh and riveting. He commands the stage from the first moment he opens his mouth.
The final twenty minutes are some of the most affecting theatre I've seen in years.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body