It's hard to believe it's been 20 years since the production at the Atkinson. And that it only ran 72 performances. Harder to believe that it's been 37 years since I first saw this play (in an excellent regional production).
Once upon a time, the playwright was the ultimate critics' darling: accolades galore, hype, awards --- you know the deal. Now it's the sunset of a new day, and there are new critics' darlings, with the same accolades, etc. --- you know that deal, as well. Only too well!
Now, with revivals of two Shepard plays this season, they appear as the sorry items they are. No doubt, the same fate will one day befall the fetid output of today's darlings. But in the meantime, the poor audience suffers through these trials in a nonstop nightmare.
As for the clumsy, lumpen opus in question, it's quite the slog at two hours without intermission. Ed Harris acquits himself well, while some of the cast members are still finding their way. But then, what are they finding their way to? It's like wandering through a desert only to arrive at ... another desert.
Nah, you're just not smart enough to engage with the piece. Much simpler to write another elegant diatribe celebrating your own "cleverness". Artists and students have been dissecting/performing the Pulitzer Prize winning Buried Child for almost 40 years. It's not just a critic's darling. Your "review" is ridiculous. Unspecific and repeating ad nauseam the usual vitriol you save for works of this era that are outside your grasp.
After Eight wrote: "As for the clumsy, lumpen opus in question…"
Lumpen opus as in "lumpen proletariat"? I don't agree that BURIED CHILD or even THE CURSE OF THE STARVING CLASS are plays about working class resentment. If anything, they're existential Beat poetics which can be far more meandering, actionless and opaque than plays about underclass rage which actually have class conflicts to animate them. Actionless drama is not everyone's cup of tea, that's for sure.
I am tickled by your stored up, long nursed, resentmenttowards critics' darlings of yesteryear. I have it too, my friend, but I fight it like the devil. I wish you gut schadenfreude in finally proving what suckers we all were to fall under the spell of Mr. Shepard's druggy, poetic, very American theater.
Fantod, is that your website? It's super promising, and I hope it continues. I still miss Stage Grade, so cruelly taken over and deleted by the folks behind the wildly ineffective DidHeLikeIt.
Yes it is. I started a thread on it a while ago that didn't gain much traction.
There was also an AP review of the show that was almost impossible to decipher, and I decided to stop including Matthew Murray's reviews because he is so ridiculously long-winded and seems to say absolutely nothing interesting.