I’ve never reviewed
a play and, as a former theatre student, don’t want to criticize theatre, but I
have to object when TV-style sensationalism steals the stage.
Centaur Theatre is hosting a production of Butcher which promises to be about loyalty, revenge and justice when the play is in fact the mere portrayal of a violent act of revenge.
No plot. No character development. No ideas.
Vacuous.
As my 15-year old daughter politely said when it was over, “It was incomplete”. My 13 year-old son, a little more generous with his review, said it was “immersive”. That may have been because we were in the front row on the edge of a set with actual rain pouring from the ceiling. That was cool. Well done.
The stagecraft was great, the atmosphere immersive but the play, alas, was incomplete.
Centaur Theatre is hosting a production of Butcher which promises to be about loyalty, revenge and justice when the play is in fact the mere portrayal of a violent act of revenge.
No plot. No character development. No ideas.
Vacuous.
As my 15-year old daughter politely said when it was over, “It was incomplete”. My 13 year-old son, a little more generous with his review, said it was “immersive”. That may have been because we were in the front row on the edge of a set with actual rain pouring from the ceiling. That was cool. Well done.
The stagecraft was great, the atmosphere immersive but the play, alas, was incomplete.
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