Saw it tonight. Wow, what a fascinating train wreck.
The house didn't open until five minutes to eight, and the performance was fifteen minutes late. There was an insert In the playbill that reflected that there is a new production stage manager for the show, draw your own conclusions.
It's at one of the smaller spaces at New World Stages, and on a Friday night, after the Brantley review, the house was half empty
And then the play. I read Hinton Al's and Brantley's glowing recommendations of the play itself. I don't get it. This drug induced nonsense that Tennessee produced late in his career feels nothing like a play. It might read well on the page, but as an audience member, it is mystifying. Especially in this meandering production.
Plumber had a bad night, struggling on several occasions to remember her lines. She had a couple of glorious moments, but mostly she just seemed injured. Both of her knees were bandaged, she had an Ace bandage on her left wrist, and a terrible rash on her leg. I don't know what the hell has been going on during this production, but Amanda Plumber is definitely the worse for wear.
Still, I'm glad I saw it. They both were trying very very hard, and sometimes succeeding, with material that was written under a drug induced haze by our greatest American playwright.
Updated On: 6/28/13 at 10:56 PM