I saw it last week. The acting is superb: Daphne Rubin-Vega (almost unrecognizable playing a man) goes for broke, and Sarita Choudhury is heartbreaking. The production makes nice use of the New Group's new space, and the direction is generally well paced, although it would have been tighter without an intermission.
I don't love Thomas Bradshaw's adaptation/revision of the script, which includes multiple explanatory monologues (performed by Michael Cyril Creighton, who also functions as the show's ensemble) that often blunt the sardonic message and expressionist tone of Rice's original text. I was kind of surprised, given Bradshaw's reputation as a provocative playwright, how sappy some of his additions came across. The original play is challenging and might feel alienating to a modern audience, but maybe that's also sort of the point? I kind of wish they'd just done it as written.
Still, as an opportunity to see a rare classic (even in a revised guise), with some great stage actors, it's absolutely worth it for my money.
"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: 4/7/26 at 01:14 PM