On a whim, I stopped by the box office shortly after the matinee began and got a rush ticket for tonight. I laughed my ass off. Bartha has some serious stage chops, Shaloub is delectable, Maxwell will earn yet another Tony nomination (and possibly win), and LaPaglia makes a lot out of what's not a particularly great role. The comic timing is flawless. I really applaud Stanley Tucci for producing such a tight ensemble piece. In short, go go go.
"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