I saw the final Saturday matinee. Quite a few stars in the audience: Samuel and LaTonya Jackson, Edie Falco (in the same row as the Jacksons), Hugh Dancy and Claire Danes. I spotted an empty seat here and there, but it definitely seemed full. The crowd gave the cast a huge hand at curtain.
The adaptation didn't work for me -- Oedipus is a story about fate and hubris, not a political thriller, and Icke's adaptation was unconvincing. I expect Mark Strong, Lesley Manville and Anne Reid will be remembered come awards season -- all three were excellent -- the rest of the cast were not on the same level, but I think that has as much to do with the writing as anything else. Glad I saw it, but it didn't bowl me over.
"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
Updated On: 2/9/26 at 01:26 PM