I don't think it was as bad as the others here, but it's not really something I can recommend. It's typical late McNally- a mediocre, fussy, fitfully witty gay play pitched squarely at the Upper West Side. And it's typical Doyle- a sparse, cold production with no connection to setting or time or, more importantly, any sense of emotion. His tenure at CSC has only exposed how shallow he is as a director- he has a bag of trick.
Hodge is delivering bargain bin Nathan Lane and is done no favors by McNally or Doyle. Everyone else tries their best and largely succeeds, but their parts are so thin that it doesn't matter. Jay Armstrong Johnson especially has a nothing of a role. Yes, he and James Cusati-Moyer are beautiful and mostly shirtless for their time onstage. But their beauty feels exploited and their considerable talents wasted.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."
Updated On: 2/1/18 at 11:55 AM