I have no argument with the general consensus among the critics I’ve read about Jerusalem, the well intended and occasionally powerful play by Jez Butterworth, which has crossed the Atlantic after a very successful run in London’s West End. I have no argument, but I cannot agree. I’ve now read five reviews from respected colleagues, including Ben Brantley of the NY Times, all of which are very high on the play itself. I’ll tell you why I am not. [Read more...]
Is there anything more delicious than Harold Pinter done well? When the show’s funny and weird and a polite sense of dread hangs over everything like a sinister odor? [Read more...]