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Mrs. Webb cooked bacon on a griddle; the smell filled the little theater.
Its not painful, but its far from revelatory.
The man knew what he was about.
Start adding icing and youd better know, too.
Here, the icing comes before the cake.
Everyone reaches a unison amen, but the singing continues for some reason, into cell phones?
Bost has a lovely voice and also, what are we doing here?
Theres a strange, Hey fam!
Bout to doOur Town!
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vibe to the proceedings, along with a heavy helping of the explicitly sacred.
Admittedly,Our Townalready contains plenty of references to faith as a central aspect of small-town American life.
More significant still, part of Wilders brilliance lay in his incredible grasp of the long zoom.
Thats the play, right there.
The entire play is suddenly framed as a prayer, which feels like a misreading of Wilders cosmic vision.
It may be a fine line between holy reverence and universal awe, but its still a line.
What does it mean to put well-known television celebrities inOur Town?
Whose town does Grovers Corners, New Hampshire become?
Deutch is more in control of Emily, but without any particular depth of insight.
Her voice is high and bright as a bell, and neither it nor her performance ever drops.
Like Thomas and Jones, Parsons also gives the mawkishness that can be Wilders death knell a wide berth.
All they knew was the name, friends the United States of America.
The United States of America.
And they went and died about it.
Watching him, I thought abouthow much Wes Anderson owes to Wilder.
Then I started dreaming ofthatproduction.
Whether a production stretches fully to meet the play is another question.
Our Townis at the Barrymore Theatre.
