| The thing about pictures is that they’re pictures, not words. Once you start explaining them, they stop being pictures. PICTURES FROM HOME, a play about the meaning of pictures, doesn’t evade this quandary, but it’s nonetheless affecting—funny and sad—in modest ways. This is largely due to the cast, each of whom is a great pleasure to watch. They embroider their characters with the kind of emotional and physical detail that the script doesn’t provide. Even as they must move between recounting and enacting—the play is never really alive in either dimension—they do so with grace and precision. And all in the midst of a scenic design that’s a glut of garish green. This is the kind of theatre that depends a great deal on what you bring to it. Your pictures, what you remember, will probably occlude or enhance what you’re looking at. |
