On my friend Katharine's rec, I got a cheap TDF ticket to see this last night at NYTW. I'd never seen Ivo Van Hove's work before, and let me tell you - that Dutch guy is nuts. Three parts genius, one part complete bullshit. Don't know how much it had to do with Moliere, but I'm glad I saw it.
Van Hove's production bursts into the dressing room, the street outside NYTW (What is that? Breaking the fifth and the sixth walls?) Parts are hilarious, parts are grim, parts are exhilarating and parts are - really loud and messy. I won't soon forget the sight of Bill Camp covered in chocolate, ketchup and watermelon. And I'm very happy I'm not on the production staff at NYTW to clean up that set every night.
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