I have enjoyed the in-person and recorded performances I've seen of Mr. Rylance. Jerusalem didn't speak to me when I grumbled my way through it at a Broadway matinee, much as the favorite British hymn, "Jerusalem," doesn't speak to me, either. The Normal Heart was playing across the street, and I had wavered between the two for that particular matinee slot. At intermission, I looked at the marquee and longed to be there instead of where I was.
Bill, in San Diego |
