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...Words have been my only love," says Beckett. This show is abundant proof of that. The word as dance, as flame, as dirge, as echo, as whip, as caress, as cosmic howl-they are all here, and MacGowran catches every cadence perfectly...
...justified, the sudden jealousy finally arising when his infant son takes up most of Sarah's attention remains inexplicable-unless it signifies that his position as a hero in Korty's mythology is summarily halted, and that he is now the father-figure to be fought against: a cheap cosmic statement which undercuts everything which Sarah and Danny have lived through to this point. Even Sarah's father, who is for the most part merely an appropriate villain, is fitted with incestuous cravings which are as embarrassingly emphasized as they are incongruous...
...Preoccupied with the orderly behavior of the planets in the heavens, Galileo, and the scientists who followed him, says Mumford, assumed that life on earth could be reduced to neat, predictable patterns. With his customary prophetic fervor, Mumford accuses Galileo of "driving man out of living nature into a cosmic desert even more peremptorily than Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden...
...Cosmic Confrontation. Pinter operates in isolation cells of intense domesticity. If there is a world outside the womb walls of his plays, no one could guess it. Beckett is in a paralyzed eye-socket-to-eye-socket confrontation with a cosmos vacated by God. He refuses to move beyond his grief. Bond says, in effect: "O.K., God is dead, but we've got to work out an ethic whereby we can survive on this planet with some degree of decency." Unlike Pinter, who seems to accept violence as a norm, Bond indicts the value vacuum and brutal boredom...
...show is vaguely disconcerting. Broadway has been sick for a while now, and Nanette's backers probably have dollar signs painted on their teeth. But perhaps it is worth it. Perhaps the glint in a septuagenarian eye, a glint meaning, "We do have it in us," justifies the gargantuan cosmic folly of putting on an expensive, frivolous revival. If it doesn't, then Broadway is sicker than it thinks...