Friday, January 23, 2004

Just got home from seeing The Death of Meyerhold (which, by the way, if you haven't seen it, I pity your artistic soul--that is if you live in the bay area and were able to attend) and am utterly too stunned to write about it critically. It's that GOOD! I did find it funny that Stephanie had written about Clive (Mayakovsky, et. al.) not reading reviews. Seems to me like a darn fine practice. Whatever those reviews say, he's fantastic as is the whole cast. Meyerhold was particularly stunning and Shostakovich was a neurotic, OCD ridden, laugh riot. Stanislavsky and Babanova were equally empassioned performances too. I don't really go to the theater. After this, I do.