It's an ugly, overly-austere production that wants too much to seem edgy and contemporary. And yet in spite of this, the great performances by O'Connell, Miller and Meany made it, for me, a must see. It's far preferable to the same director's A Streetcar Named Desire. Miller had always seemed to be one of those people who has the press, the connections and the build-up it takes to be a star without ever actually being particularly good in anything, but she shattered that impression with her work as Maggie. (I found her to be a washout in Cabaret, but to be entirely fair I saw a convincing interview with her in which she described a frenzied rehearsal and opening period during which she had a draining cold. She admitted that by the time she found her footing the run was ending.) O'Connell was arguably even better in the extremely challenging role of Brick. Yes, they are hotter than hot and their chemistry is steamy, but they are so painfully in touch with their character's drives and insecurities that the ghosts of Williams and Kazan just might have possessed them.
I hope you get to see it.
Updated On: 1/2/20 at 06:01 AM