I saw the show last night.
I also saw it back when it was opening.
The first time I saw it, I left at intermission.
Last night, I stayed.
All because of Harvey.
Look, people are going to have very different feelings about his casting (which is the way it should be...you're doing something wrong if at least 2 people don't hate you). People are going to be upset with his vocal abilities (though I must tell you, he surprised me with how musical he really was). Others may find him a bit fey.
But in the end, Harvey has burrowed into the heart of this character and of this production. His love for his family and for his home is palpable from the second he steps on stage. It also is the most subversive evening of theatre in New York right now.
Cariani should be felled with a tranquilizer dart. Why would Sally Murphy want to marry him??? And the entire production still doesn't completely work for me. I'm all for pretty, abstract design, but I think it fails here. I'm not a literalist, but it's hard to care whether they're kicked out of their home when there's no home to be kicked from. The sense of community is lacking, because we don't acutally believe they live anywhere other than Chekhov's cherry orchard.
OH...one MAJOR improvement. The Frumah Sara. I seem to remember the one I saw the first time round was legit and not funny. Last night, she was a belty hoot!
"I'm so looking forward to a time when all the Reagan Democrats are dead."