| First performance. Interesting, but not wonderful. I saw Isabelle Hubert in the Maids and now this production. She's hard to understand. You certainly get the gist, but miss a lot of Hampton's script. It's very French Avant-garde. Like Ionesco. Solitude and insignificance are the heritage of this Mother's life once her children and husband have virtually abandoned this bourgeois 47 year old woman (Hubert is 63 and looks great). You don't know what's true or delusion or dream or pill popped nightmare. Scenes are played over and over (un, deux, trois, quatre of the same scene). The couple in front who must have been given their sold out seats were dying to leave, but couldn't sneak out as a few did. I didn't mind the show, but I didn't like it. |
