Still in its grip. For starters, what an extraordinary company, all women, all just wonderful, all the more so for forming such a seamless, tightly knit ensemble, one that creates an entire world. (Personal favorite: the great Brenda Wehle, in two roles 180 apart, both magnificent.) Carrie Coon, predictably, is the perfect center. Herzog's steadfast refusal to let even a whiff of melodrama mar her character's trajectory blew me away. As the play inches toward a resolution, one we know must arrive, heartbreak illuminates and inspires rather than depresses, Herzog's ultimate achievement. And what a theatrical coup, midway, as the narrow, carefully structured and maintained environment of Coon's character implodes yet physically expands.
It closes next weekend. It could have a longer life in NY. The physical production by Laura Jellinek, lit by Japhy Wierderman, is exquisite, and looks like it would fit perfectly in another house. Any chance of its return? Any rumors?
I think it's sold out this week. If you can get a ticket, go. |
