Sloppy. Sloppy sloppy sloppy sloppy. That’s the only word I can use to describe this production. Oy vey. This is a MESS. I had countless problems with what I saw onstage at the Cort today, but every single problem I had can be traced back to one thing. That one thing is the direction
Julie Taymor has done some real damage here. This was my first introduction to this play, and while the text of the play seemed very strong, I think it has been completely muddied by poor directorial choices. I will start with the acting. Clive Owen seemed lost at sea. The performance he was giving did not read in the balcony at all. Jin Ha gave a remarkable performance that was the sole glimmer of hope in this dud.
The set was unattractive, cheap looking, and distracting. Countless panels are haphazardly thrown together over and over again to create different locales, but the panels movements are awkward, and they never align properly. Considering Taymor is at the helm, I thought there would at least be a couple pretty stage pictures, but there are none to be found.
This is a total miss in my book from a directorial and production standpoint. However, I will say that I did find the text and story of the play to be very solid and engaging. I can only imagine how great this play must be when it is not in the hands of a misguided director.
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