Well, Jane Cox’ lighting has a few very beautiful moments, but as for the rest, well it’s not great.
Jackson is commanding, but she gets lost in this mess of a production. Ruth Wilson has some nice moments as The Fool/Cordelia and John Douglas Thompson comes out unscathed, even if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him not make an impression.
I know it’s early previews, but I did not care for Pedro Pascal (Edmund) or Sean Carvajal (Edgar) tonight at all, and Lear really falls apart without a strong Edmund moving the plot along and an Edgar that adds emotional weight.
Any fight scenes, death scenes or blinding scenes were poorly staged and so drawn out. The blinding was painfully dull (and not much blood); Edgar and Edmund fought slower than molasses in a pit of tar.
But I don’t want to pick on the actors. One man is to blame for this and that is Sam Gold. As they sing in The Producers, “What he did to Shakespeare, Booth did to Lincoln!” King Lear is a tragedy, but the tragedy is not supposed to be the production taking place on the stage, unless this is some meta take on the tragedy of tragedy, in which case bravo!
The whole thing is lifeless and even when Jackson or Wilson attempt to light a spark and get a little kindling burning, Gold comes along with a bucket of water to put it out. I can’t for the life of me figure out why Jackson had to compete with a string quartet every time she spoke, but she did. The sets and costumes are hideous. It’s just a very unsatisfying night at the theater and that’s a shame.
Marie: Don't be in such a hurry about that pretty little chippy in Frisco.
Tony: Eh, she's a no chip!