Henrik, JERUSALEM is definitely a departure from Butterworth's previous works, which were usually Pinteresque closet dramas--very intimate plays with small casts. Pinteresque is form, that is, but not in skill.
Personally, I don't get Rylance. LA BETE was a crushing bore, and what was impressive about what he did aside from memorize a lot of verse? He played Valere with the same bland midwestern accent that he used in BOEING BOEING. I certainly didn't see the need for praise there.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Updated On: 7/17/11 at 11:41 AM