I think what some people find lacking in the movie is the irreplaceable energy of a live audience watching what is likely the single funniest script of the last 50 years acted on its feet in front of them. There's no separation, no filter, and a thousand other people just as breathless in ecstasy as you are. The movie, no matter its best intentions and execution (and I love so much about the movie... John Ritter RIP), simply can't get that special oomph that a live performance has that puts Noises Off over the top.
That said, yes... since the last revival closed, we've had 3 Cat on a Hot Tin Roofs, 2 Virginia Woolfs, 2 Streetcar Named Desires, 2 Glengarry Glen Rosses and 2 Cyrano de Bergeracs. The revival-window is clearly not what it once was, if it ever was anything to begin with...
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
Updated On: 2/20/13 at 11:28 PM