‘Winter’ of our extreme content
“The Winter’s Tale,” which opened yesterday and runs until Saturday at the Yale Repertory Theater, progresses like the fucked-up dream you had the other night, the one that you’re convinced means something by sheer virtue of its enigmatic weirdness. It starts out normal enough, but as it builds to a climax, it morphs into a surrealist romp full of body paint and glam rockers and bears. Yet somehow, despite your confusion and disorientation as you awaken with a jolt and remind yourself, clutching at your pillow, that you’re still safe and sound in your bed, you can’t help but feel that the...
Austin needs to stop "reviewing" things. He knows nothing.
The cast was generally strong; one only wishes that it hadn't been at the whim of a director who clearly couldn't leave well enough alone.
Lizzie was absolutely fantastic. I don't know her but wish I did; she had a pretty startlingly original, neo-feminist take on what is perhaps Shakespeare's finest female character. Her crescendo is a ride worth taking!