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...HRDC Mainstage production of Aeschylus’ “The Oresteia?? is an ambitious effort marked by superb acting, professional-grade production values, and gripping moments of brilliance. It is a cut above this year’s other Mainstage productions, and what criticism can be made of it can only be mounted with considerable qualification: “The Oresteia?? aims substantially higher than it achieves, but what it does achieve is far above typical college theater in general—and Mainstage fare, in particular...
...acting in “The Oresteia?? is excellent. Jack E. Fishburn’s ’08 Agamemnon is riveting in his tortured grandeur; his rage and despair tears through the scenery. As Clytemnestra, Erica R. Lipez ’05 swings plausibly from vengeance-crazed virago to shrill housewife (one of the production’s conceits is the coy use of Americana nuclear-family trappings). Lauren L. Jackson ’07, as the Leader of the Furies, exudes menace and dances wonderfully; Scottie Thompson ’05, as the doomed Trojan seer...
...production values behind “The Oresteia?? are likewise superb. The incredibly talented Rebecca J. Alaly `05 has crafted a stylized and brilliant choreography like no other seen on the Mainstage: the first two dances of the Furies, in which disjointed, jerky movements alternated with moments of sensuous synchrony, were breathtaking. Melissa E. Goldman’s ’06 impressive, surreal set accommodates all that it needs to while accommodating tremendous amounts of dirt besides; while Thomas E. Osborne’s ’08 light design is alternately eerie and awe-inspiring...
...while “The Oresteia?? excels on all these individual fronts, it, at times, fails to gel as a whole, developed intellectual statement. The play’s second act is vastly superior to the first, with many of the initial directorial choices (particularly those involving the use of projected home videos) making little sense and providing considerable frustration until the second...
Above all, however, “The Oresteia?? left audiences with the sense that they were witnessing the echo of an ART (American Repertory Theater) show proper: the juxtaposition of a classical text with zany costumes, video projections, moments of kookiness, and po-mo poignancy were served up in proportions roughly equal to what one pays ten times the price to witness during the ART season (think: Highway Ulysses...