A fun and joyful night of theater. Could easily landed on the stage of any Broadway theater right now and do quite nicely. The acting and production values are ALL top-notch. A lot funnier than the move (though the plot line is the same). If you can get to Princeton-check it out at the McCarter!
I lot funnier than the MOVIE, I meant to write. It has the same plot line, yet very little if any of the same dialogue (haven't seen the 1970's movie for 15-20 years)
We know what you MEANT, but the movie was never intended to be a comedy.
If we're not having fun, then why are we doing it?
These are DISCUSSION boards, not mutual admiration boards. Discussion only occurs when we are willing to hear what others are thinking, regardless of whether it is alignment to our own thoughts.
I saw this last night. Ludwig has turned it into a screwball comedy, and a rather dull one at that. It was more Pink Panther than Hercule Poirot. The physical production is stunning, but I'd be shocked if those Broadway rumors came to fruition. So yes, get to Princeton if you want to see this--because that's likely the last stop for this particular train.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
wonkit said: "Yikes! Screwball comedy? This belongs on the thread about Broadway productions missing the point of the original cinema source!
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To say nothing of Agatha Christie's novel, which is deeply infused with the existential dread that permeated Europe when she wrote it.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body