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...really, this is taking the whole thing a bit too seriously--something that contradicts the whole spirit of the Loeb's production, which plays every breath to the hilt--including the atrocious Spanish sprinkled through the dialogue. Figaro is clearly the best Loeb production of the spring, and it would be unfair to demand much more...
...performers. And at some moments the Leverett House group does give us a taste of sensational horror. De Flores returns to Beatrice after the murder and presents her with the severed ring-cum-finger, still bleeding in a white handkerchief. Both Terris and Montgomery play the tableau to the hilt, he leering, she screaming. Afterwards, the tension becomes oppressive as the walks slowly, step by step across the tiny stage towards her, blackmailing her to give in to his lust. If the actors would take the menace in The Changeling as seriously throughout as hey do in this scene...
...happens you were always my bobolink, my special Linda Gray. Life is not easy. It is awfully lonely. I know that. Now you too know it-wherever you are, Linda, talking to me. But I've had a good life-I wrote unhappy-but I lived to the hilt. You too, Linda-Live to the HILT! To the top. I love you, 40-year-old Linda, and I love what you do, what you find, what you are!-Be your own woman. Belong to those you love. Talk to my poems, and talk to your heart...
Michael Russell '76 turns in an almost-too-good performance as Jero. He captivates the audience from the opening scene, and although his movements become a bit repetitive after a few scenes, he plays the role to the hilt, complete with a lilting accent suggesting the mellifluous tones of the Yoruba tongue. If Russell's movements become a bit stale, his characterization does not, and as the central conflict emerges between Jero and his henpecked assistant Chume, Russell pours it on, never losing that vital energy...
...Thracian warrior and his horse were both dead, the aristocrat's head lolling in the ditch, golden breastplate crumpled where the spear had struck, fist clutched tardily, forever, at the hilt of a jewelled dagger...