one of the worst things ive seen in my six years of living in NYC, John Doyle is one of the most pretentious directors ive ever had the misfortune of stupidly sitting through several productions of his, seriously the LONGEST 2 hours of my life, and dont get me started on how Quincy Tyler Bernstein is WASTED.
Audience was half empty (and this is with papering going on) and I counted at least 8 people asleep, felt SO bad everytime the house lights came up, all i could think of was how the actors could see the dozens of empty seats, and man points to the ballsy dude that flat out just left an hour and a half in and went right across the theater and out the door.