So many shows, so little time. And since the traditional January post-holiday
reaping is now here, they’re closing faster than I can write about them.
Some of those closings—like the recently departed Dead
Accounts—were earlier than expected but other shows are simply finishing up their
planned, or even extended, runs. So I’m
going to squeeze in a brief farewell to four that are departing this weekend with
a nod to the highlights and lowlights of each:
GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS: There’s no question why producers
anted up for this revival of David Mamet’s classic play about scheming real
estate salesman: Al Pacino wanted to do it.
And people clearly wanted to see him do it, paying up to $360 for premium
seats.
Highlight: Getting to
see Pacino on stage. Now, 72, he still
takes such obvious delight in being onstage that it’s a treat to watch him
there, even when, as in this case, he just seems to be playing Pacino.
GOLDEN BOY: Sixty years have passed since Clifford Odets’ melodrama about an immigrant kid torn between careers as a violinist and a boxer last played on Broadway. So it was great to have the chance to see Lincoln Center Theater’s elegant revival at the Belasco Theatre, the same place where the original Group Theatre production opened in 1937.
Highlight: Tony Shalhoub’s nuanced performance as the boy’s
father and Yvonne Strahovski’s career-making turn as the woman he loves.
Lowlight: The belabored Neew Yawk accents everyone affected
that sounded as authentic as a ham sandwich at a kosher dairy restaurant.
THE PIANO LESSON: Signature Theatre gave August Wilson’s meditation about the physical and spiritual legacies of slavery a lovely, crowd—and critic—pleasing production.
Highlight: the stirring chain-gang song the male members of
the cast perform that almost stops the show.
Lowlight: As good as the production was, I wish it hadn’t so
closely echoed the 1990 original.
VANYA AND SONIA AND MASHA AND SPIKE: Playwright Christopher
Durang and a starry cast that includes Sigourney Weaver and David Hyde Pierce
update and poke affectionate fun at Chekhov in this amiable new comedy at Lincoln Center's Mitzi Newhouse theater.
Highlight: Billy Magnussen's scene-stealing performance as Weaver’s blithefully dim-witted boy toy.
The lowlight: Two
acts seem to stretch the jokes further than they need to go.
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