Word: playgoers
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...version, a purring, reptilian gangster), caressed the mood of wistful doom in Chekhov, played Captain Hook and Inspector Hound and, in Bent, a gay man in a Nazi camp. But except for Richard III, which he brilliantly reimagined for film, all these great performances disappeared into the playgoer's memory on closing night. You had to be there; most of you weren...
...seems like miles--into the past, into the fantastic topography of Shakespeare's Illyria, into a delicious dreamworld. A last perfect touch: the carpet is flanked by two small pools, suitable for bathing and wallowing, where villains can be dunked and lovers share a kiss. The set is the playgoer's first cue to enchantment; before a word is spoken in this rapturous revival of Twelfth Night, designer Bob Crowley has alerted you to expect wonders. He has already provided...
...theater--physics, literary theory, British accents, a battle of egos, and the efforts of academics to overcome their asexuality. The leads handle their parts well, the sets are lovely, and the sheer volumetric intensity of Stoppard's ultra-witty dialogue will intrigue, if occasionally confuse, the happy playgoer...
Even with a mountaineer's ax stuck in his head, Leon Trotsky (Philip Hoffman) can find nine ways to muse on life and death. And even in a 10-minute sketch, playwright David Ives can find a dozen ways to aerobicize the playgoer's brain. Six pieces in one dazzling off-Broadway evening display Ives' verbal gifts and humanist brooding. These are breathless sprints that the heart makes over the high hurdles of language...
...every penny-pinching little theater company leaves the scenery and props to the audience's imagination. But here the ideas seem like masterstrokes. They strip away the academic barnacles that too often make an evening of Shakespeare feel like a final exam in Esperanto, and they allow the playgoer to focus on the emotional gaiety and bewilderment at the heart of the text. What could have been minimalist camp -- oh, Lord, men in pearls and blond wigs! -- becomes a sweet meditation on mistaken sexual appetites and identity...