Acorn Theatre, Theatre Row
Speed-blogging Post #4: A Lie of the Mind
A pawn shop rabbit warren of wooden furniture.
Ghostly lit figures performing eerily beautiful Americana music and live sound cues.
A suite of memorable performances, both varied and uniformly strong.
Another way of saying that: each actor brought his or her uniqueness to the plate, and swung hard.
Painful and uncomfortable, as all Shepard plays are, and performed by feeling actors – yet not a tear in my eye. Makes me think that when I cry at movies, theater, or TV, it has less to do with substance and more to do with form. The right chord progression in a bad musical will choke me up, but excellent performances of Shepard’s strangely detached characters bring no tears, though they may move me more.
Makes me appreciate director Ethan Hawke.