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It begins with a dark and stormy night.
The kind of night where theres a body on the floor in the morning.
Thereisa powerful figure, and the curtains are an oppressive wall of musty damask.
As for the body … well, lets keep it a mystery.
Williams has a flair for the bizarre solo set piece, and Cheung nails each surreal beat.
I find it moving and inspiring that even after achieving Platinum Practitioner status, youre back for more.
I want to coach coaches.
As in Pattis harrowing backstory, identities split and blend.
In the white heat ofwanting something so badly, self begins to melt.
These are simultaneously the most fascinating and the least fully spun-out threads in Williamss play.
Dr. Martin asks her pupils.
Your thoughts drive your feelings, your feelings drive your actions, which then create results?
There are also moments when it doesnt entirely get the job done.
is her calmly sadistic refrain), the confrontation doesnt generate enough dramatic heat.
Its possible to have both, and sometimes Williams gets it bang on.
Oh, says Velma, mercilessly indicating Anns ring-finger, one of us already has.
Margos ascension tracks formally, but theres not quite enough personhood underneath it to make its landing really stick.
Compelling ambiguity starts to bleed into authorial fog ambiguity, as Sontag might have it.
Still, its a tricky maneuver to merge winking high style with genuine human impact.
Coach Coachis at the Wild Project through June 13.
