MILD SPOILER. I was there last night. I love the play on the page (MusicandPassion: we may agree), and have read it a few times over the past year. Last night's performance was a crushing let-down for me, not because I knew what takes place and how horrific the turns are (the verbal ones the most unsettling to me, and they are shocking and brutal), but because I find this production so lacking in needed fire and focus. Pittman and Radnor are the most vivid and compelling, and each scores the most points in the set piece dinner scene that defines the play. They each make the lobbed accusations wounding and deeply personal, setting forth the highest stakes. But Mol and Dhillon are disappointing. Dhillon's take on Amir is very sitcom superficial, which initially I believed a provocative sleight of hand strategy, so that the devastating turns land with great unexpected power. But he merely gets louder and jumpier; the tightly coiled man who enters the party ready to detonate is only indicated, not fully embodied. I won't dissect or spoil the much discussed denouement, except to say it is rendered with too much obvious choreography and not enough unleashed fury. Less would be more, if less was twice as intense. We should gasp. I have a lot more to say, but don't want to bash a powerful play I so admire. My opinion is already the minority. I hope it does well. I am sorry the original cast didn't come to B'way intact.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 10/5/14 at 01:05 PM