I am in the middle here. I loved its sophistication and subtlety (and italiano, which I speak un po...), its rich ambiance, its use of the 50s aesthetic (yes, Ben was right -- FAR FROM HEAVEN does come to mind). And I loved something many people don't like -- that it's a very "small" story played out in an extraordinary space. There's something breathtaking about all that sun-washed space around the minimal number of actors and the narrow scope of the story. Like being in a Piazza, no? That wasn't a problem for me; that was its central concept. It is wonderfully alive and at home on the Beaumont stage, and uses that area better than any show since ... the Andre Serban CHERRY ORCHARD. (How's that for an ancient history?)
(SPOILER) But it keeps preparing us to have our hearts broken, to feel something soaring, transcendent cathartic, particularly, of course, late in act two. And that's where, for me, Mr. Guettel's work, while ambitious and probably brilliant on its own terms, doesn't reach our hearts. Sorry, MY heart. For me, the show needs a ... a ... how else to put it ... a "Send in the Clowns" moment. "Dividing Day" in act one comes close, but for me, the attenuated, too coolly metaphorical "Fable" does not, and it's in the moment that must achieve that critical catharsis for this tortured mother who fights to let go and then must do so. I so wanted to cry! And just when we should linger over the hard-won nuptials, they rush the final curtain. I thought we deserved some theatrical equivalent of "close ups," and we are held off, and back, when we most need to be on top of the emotional undercurrents. Again, very subjective feelings, and I still felt there is much to cheer.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/27/05 at 09:43 PM