I saw Wallace Shawn perform this piece in early 1991, I think at the Cottesloe, but perhaps upstairs at the Royal Court…to be Ogblogged (with accurate details) in the fullness of time.
But Janie hadn’t seen it before and Clare Higgins is a cracking good actress.
Also, in the post crash times that were late 2008/early 2009 when we booked to see this production, I thought the piece might have a different, meaningful resonance.
In many ways it did.
Yet it wasn’t quite the same thing as seeing Wallace Shawn perform it himself. How could it be?
- Michael Billington in the Guardian gave it three stars and expresses his thoughts on the comparison between the versions well;
- Michael Coveney in the Independent admires the piece’s searing honesty and a dry, elegant wittiness;
- Charles Spencer in the Telegraph, on the other hand, sees the piece as being one of self-loathing and liberal guilt;
- Philip Fisher on British Theatre Guide wonders about the bigger stage for apiece that was originally conceived as a private performance piece.