Saw it tonight and couldn't disagree with you more, AC. I found this to be the most bizarrely miscast production of a play I've ever seen. Not only is everyone far too young (and frankly, I don't care that Lee J. Cobb was too young -- it's odd), but Biff and Happy should clearly switch roles. Biff looks like an emaciated twink compared to his buff, athletic brother.
I'll post more detailed thoughts tomorrow, but I think Nichols has A LOT of work ahead of him.
Hoffman isn't awful. He's almost good. But I thought his memories were lacking the charisma we should see shine through in those moments. His present, however, is mostly captivating.
Some bizarre choices from Nichols, like Biff standing aside, watching Willy's final scene with Ben. (Structurally, this doesn't make much sense.)
And Garfield's inability to cry real tears (and trying to compensate us with some Acting 101 vocal sobbing), along with the constant nervous shifting, the over-the-top Brooklyn boy make him look like a real amateur.
Happy and Linda are the stand-outs without a doubt. Though I did enjoy Bernard as well. Seeing the original set design is thrilling, especially when that first glorious light shift occurs and the stage is sprinkled in autumn. Beautiful.
Glover, who I normally love, seems a little lost, or out-of-place.
I hope it finds its footing. It's a beautiful play. But right now this is a terribly mediocre production. And with Dennehy still searing our minds, it will beg the question "Why did we need this now?" unless it improves.
"I know now that theatre saved my life." - Susan Stroman