The star needs to learn his lines. He only went to the water-cooler (where the prompter is perfectly audible almost to the back of the house) three times, but Whitaker stumbles and stammers quite a lot. There are occasional moments of life there, but for most of the evening, I would say that he's not acting so much as just trying to get the words out. It's a slow, flabby, passive, and monotonous performance. He also employs such odd and repetitive vocal patterns (he rarely allows more than 6 words to pass before pausing), it's often difficult to get any meaning from the words coming out of his mouth.
The action is broken up several times by full stops where the lights slowly change and eerie music plays, while Whitaker sits and plays with things he finds in his pockets. There are a surprisingly large number of these things.
The always excellent Frank Wood has either chosen or been directed to stare into the distance most of the time, creating a certain non-human effect, and leading the bored viewer to wonder if this play might not be some sort of Purgatory/Limbo allegory.
The set is terrific, but doesn't save this from being a tedious 60 minutes.
Updated On: 2/10/16 at 07:47 AM