I'm not at all surprised by these reviews. How could they have been expected to be otherwise?
The critics have an agenda. Frothy French sex farces are wholly antithetical to that.
And Henrik, Boeing-Boeing is a wonderful play, with or without Rylance. In fact, I saw it multiple times in Paris and it was better than the productions with him in it.
Don't Dress for Dinner is likewise delightful.
Henrik, don't turn out to be the same sort of pedant/snot/party poop that the critics are.
"Henrik, don't turn out to be the same sort of pedant/snot/party poop that the critics are."
So After Eight, when I say Boeing, Boeing is a mediocre play that received a superlative production, I'm being "the same sort of pedant/snot/party poop that the critics are."
But when you say Venus in Fur is the worst play to open on Broadway in years, you are just being a down to earth/sweetheart/life of the party and refreshingly uncritical.
OK.
Here's another idea. You and I have very different opinions and maybe we should respect them and each other, enjoy our exchanges, and not deride each other as pedants, snots or party poops.
"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
My grandmother used to say, "If I keep treating After Eight like a real person, maybe someday he'll behave like one." She died never knowing how wrong she was.
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