David Hurst takes a look at Harry Clarke:
After seeing Harry Clarke, the mesmerizing and frequently creepy new play by David Cale at The Vineyard, you'll start making a list of superlatives in your head to describe the tour de force performance being given by Billy Crudup in the title role. Amazing, incredible, sexy and haunting—take your pick. But they all seem like puny adjectives in light of Crudup's Herculean achievement of inhabiting more than a dozen characters in this 80-minute, intermission-less monologue that's equal parts thriller and voyeuristic confession. . . . |
