Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Oy!

Tonight, with two friends, I attended a performance of The Game at Barrington Stage. It is a musical (?) re-working of Les Liasons Dangereuse, a novel from 1782 by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos which was made into a play in 1986 by Christopher Hampton in London, and seen on Broadway in 1988 and again in 2008, and also as a film as well.

By mutual agreement, my two friends and I rose as one and left the theatre at intermission. A boring, lack-luster score did nothing to help the disjointed action and plot. Yet again the women of the cast seemed to equate singing with screaming. This is apparently how it's done these days in certain theatres. After last night's superb performance by Sinfonia Baroque, tonight's event represented the polar opposite of that kind of professional quality.

All of the above authors and playwrights must be churning up the earth from their graves.

The set was beautiful, to give the production its due.

Nuff said!