VirginiaK said: "Another review, from a writer I like, George Blecher. I plan to see this anyhow but I found this review engaging. https://www.nycitywoman.com/tom-stoppards-leopoldstadt-on-broadway-a-review/
Thanks for this link. I saw it two weeks ago and have been trying to figure out why it didn't land for me, and this review best articulates my thoughts. Put me on the side of the disappointed.
I also liked SisterGeorge's comment: "Exquisitely staged and acted, but a bit of a disappointment as the themes and story felt quite familiar, and that's something I've never been able to say about any other Stoppard play. The final scene is unquestionably devastating but bringing in a (SPOILER ALERT "woman in gold" plot device) seemed quite derivative at this point." I would just add that I found the final scene compelling but not devastating.
If "Leopoldstadt" will be viewed as Thus Spake Stoppard on the Holocaust, a lifetime in the making, (or at least from 1993 when he found he was 100% Jewish) I thought he would have so much more interesting things to spake (and to show). In addition to the themes and story feeling familiar as SisterGeorge noted, stylistically, at varying points, it felt like a bit of a pastiche of vintage Stoppard: some farce; the use of math/science principles (in this case the cat's cradle and I'm sure one or two others that I have forgotten) to make a larger point; name checking a few prominent intellectuals of the era, to describe a few, all contributing to the sense that I have seen this all before.
And, Sir Tom, the tropes, the tropes
- an evil Nazi humiliating a woman in a wheelchair. Really? Do I need that easy reminder of what evil sadistic scum they were? I remember thinking in some scene that the sound of glass breaking cueing Kristallnacht was not far behind and sure enough.........(I'm Jewish by the way, so am not belittling the horror of Kristallnacht -just the predictability of the aural cue and it being symbolic of other obviousness).
"Leopoldstadt" seemed more like one of Stoppard's more conventional and accessible big budget period screenplays--but with an extended apologia tacked on to the end to remind us it is a play of ideas. I do agree with another poster who suggested the reckoning in the final scene might have been a better starting point and would have resulted in a much more personal rendering of Stoppard coming to terms with his Jewish identity or lack thereof.
Since it is Stoppard, I do note that the words spoken on stage were very fine ones, forming beautifully constructed sentences, not unworthy of hearing, but so not in the service, for me, of anything truly memorable. I so badly wanted "Lepoldstadt" to be more.
Physical production was beautiful. A terrific cast on paper (assembled and moved around beautifully by Marber), but I thought some of the acting was a little too shouty, lest we miss the point. I know projection and articulation are very, very important to Stoppard, but still.