I don't get it. The La Cage revival was so crazily overpraised, but I found nothing remarkable about Hodge's smirky, painfully sung performance. Fire and Air was a mess, and I couldn't figure out why Hodge was playing the role of a continental European impresario as if he were a closeted ballet teacher from the Midwest. And his production of Old Times managed to make a 70-minute play feel like it was five hours long.
"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