Anyone else attend "Landscape of the Body," enjoy it, but find yourself amid a sea of naysayers? More people walked out of this at the intermission than at "Festen." And those who stayed kvetched loudly during the intermission, mad at the play, not happy with Taylor, and generally sour. The curtain call was the less than tepid, barely respectful. I haven't experienced such a palpably negative response to an otherwise well-received show (well, a Brantley rave, and others were mixed to positive) in years. The laughs didn't come; indeed, there were many thuds. And even Sherri Rene, who provides real show biz glamour and star power, couldn't get a rise outta people.
To me, it's a lovely production, beautifully staged, with minor quibbles (the teens lack sufficient technique, and rush through key moments, and the Raulito sequence doesn't quite land, and slows an otherwise stunning first act.) The wonders: Fried's D. Peach, near perfection, and moving, and Taylor, whom I've been ambivalent about in the past just loved here.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling