Linda Winer (Newsday) is mixed-to-positive:
"To a distressing number of people, James Earl Jones is that big guy with the big-barrel voice who sells phone service on TV. If they recognize the sound, then he is also Darth Vader, papa Mustafa in the animated "Lion King," and, sigh, the plummy intonation of "This is CNN."
So we must thank whomever or whatever coaxed this magnificent actor back to the stage, where he began - and to Broadway, where he won a Tony Award for "The Great White Hope" in 1969 and another for "Fences" in 1987.
On the other hand, the theater needs another look at "On Golden Pond," which opened at the Cort Theatre last night, about as much as we required the return of that other middle-brow massage, "Steel Magnolias," which opened down the street on Monday. Both were made into popular films in the '80s and neither has been heard crying in the wilderness for revival.
That said, Leonard Foglia has directed a loving, leisurely production of Ernest Thompson's sentimental serio-comedy about another season at the Thayers' summer home in Maine. What's different is that the long-married regulars at Golden Pond are African-Americans, which seems a conspicuous narrative non-issue in a town that, according to crusty old Norman Thayer himself, boasts "no native Jews" and "no native Negroes."
But this is the sort of play - complete with the sound effects of loons - that functions best by questioning least. Jones is at the top of his form as Norman, the curmudeonly retired English professor, and Leslie Uggams is pleasantly elegant as Ethel, who calls him a "poop" and adores him perhaps more than Thompson means for him to deserve."
"What a story........ everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end." -- Birdie
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