I saw this last night and despite it being a handsome production with largely great performances, I was left rather cold, as well. The enormous cast and the leaps through almost 60 years mean we can never really get to know these characters, and their fates are telegraphed from the instant the curtain rises if anybody has even a cursory knowledge of history and antisemitism. I was truly left wanting more- this could have been a longer work, or multiple plays, instead of what it is, which is sort of a crash course in early 20th century antisemitism leading up to the Holocaust.
While this is clearly very personal for Stoppard- and there’s no small amount of guilt suffusing the play- for me, it sort of became a work that is trodding ground innovated by decades of Jewish artists of all types without adding anything new. There’s absolutely value in that, and it’s not a bad play. But coming from a playwright of Stoppard’s stature, it feels like he’s late.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."
Updated On: 9/30/22 at 09:33 AM