Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Judith Thompson narrowly misses first tier of adjectives.

Her play Palace of the End, which opened off-Broadway last night, nearly gets a great review in the New York Times:
Three scalding monologues make up Judith Thompson’s “Palace of the End” at the Peter Jay Sharp Theater, and three pitch-perfect performers deliver them. Which, a couple of years ago, would have made for courageous, electrifying theater, since Ms. Thompson’s subject is the travesties associated with the war in Iraq.

Now, though, this production by the Epic Theater Ensemble has to settle for the second tier of adjectives — “absorbing,” “thought-provoking” — because the territory has been pretty thoroughly worked over in plays, documentaries, books and articles of all sorts. That’s not to say that examining the war and its effects is no longer important; just to warn that this intense hour and 40 minutes may, to American viewers who have already taken in a lot of such stuff, start to feel like self-flagellation (or perhaps like being flogged by a neighbor; Ms. Thompson is Canadian).
Variety, meanwhile, is not impressed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well, theatre and reality are not the most natural of counterparts.

Congrats to JT for playing the big apple, tho.