Archives for March 18, 2011

In today’s Wall Street Journal I review the Broadway transfer of David Leveaux’s London revival of Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia. I wanted it to be a lot better than it was. Here’s an excerpt.
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Enough about “Spider-Man” already–Tom Stoppard is back on Broadway! Only time will tell whether “Arcadia” is Mr. Stoppard’s masterpiece, but I don’t think it’s premature to call it one of the key English-language plays of the postwar era, and even in a staging that is less than satisfactory, it makes a rich and affecting impression. Now for the bad news: David Leveaux’s revival of “Arcadia,” which was originally mounted in London two years ago with a different cast, isn’t much better than adequate. When you’re talking about a high-profile revival of a great play, good enough won’t cut it.
More about that shortly, but first a few heartfelt words about “Arcadia” itself. Last seen on Broadway in 1995, it is an entrancingly clever whodunit for eggheads whose underlying purpose is to dramatize the central problem of modernity: How are we to live our lives if it turns out that they have no ultimate meaning? The play, which is set in an English country house, moves back and forth in time between 1809 and today, and the two main modern-day characters, Hannah (Lia Williams) and Bernard (Billy Crudup), are scholars who are trying to figure out what was going on in the house two centuries earlier. The answer is both astonishing and improbable: Thomasina (Bel Powley), a 13-year-old child prodigy, has figured out the Second Law of Thermodynamics all by herself, much to the bewilderment of Septimus (Tom Riley), her rakish tutor, to whom she is no less precociously attracted.
The reason why this matters is twofold. Not only does it mean that the universe is slowly and inexorably running down, but it casts a dark shadow of doubt on the optimistic certitude with which Septimus and his contemporaries (not to mention most of us today) lead their well-ordered lives….
“Arcadia,” like “The Coast of Utopia,” is–or should be–far easier to experience than it is to explain. Mr. Stoppard has embedded his philosophical interests in an ingeniously structured double-decker plot that is studded with glints of wicked wit (“Nobody would kill a man and then pan his book. I mean, not in that order”). You don’t have to be a physicist, much less a philosopher, to see what Mr. Stoppard is up to, so long as “Arcadia” is staged and the lines spoken with complete clarity and correct emphasis.
This, alas, is where Mr. Leveaux and his cast go wrong. Time and again Mr. Stoppard’s punch lines go astray or get thrown away, and the trouble starts as soon as the curtain goes up…
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Read the whole thing here.
Tom Stoppard talks about playwrighting with Charlie Rose:

As fine-arts institutions grapple with the growing problem of declining mainstream media interest in their activities, they’re looking to the Web for solutions. Hence my “Sightings” column in today’s Wall Street Journal, a report on the Cleveland Orchestra’s new attempt to take up the slack. Here’s an excerpt.
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The Cleveland Orchestra helped get one critic fired. Now it’s hired another one. In February Enrique Fernández reported for duty as “critic-in-residence” in Miami, where the orchestra has been playing an annual residency since 2007. Mr. Fernández is not, however, your run-of-the-mill music critic. For one thing, he doesn’t write reviews; for another, his pieces don’t appear in a newspaper or magazine. Instead he writes a blog on the Cleveland Orchestra’s Miami-based website. His job is to get Floridans talking about the orchestra–and posting their own opinions of its concerts.
The ironies surrounding Mr. Fernández’ appointment are manifold. In 2008 Don Rosenberg, the Cleveland Plain Dealer’s classical music critic, was reassigned to another beat for having written predominantly negative reviews of Franz Welser-Möst, the Cleveland Orchestra’s music director–reviews about which the orchestra’s management had previously complained to the paper’s editors. Mr. Rosenberg responded by suing the paper for defamation and age discrimination. He lost, but the resulting stink has yet to dissipate.
Is the Cleveland Orchestra having second thoughts? I doubt it. Despite his resounding title, Mr. Fernández is not a critic in the ordinary sense of the word. His blog, which you can visit by going to clevelandorchestramiami.com and clicking on “blog,” is an online magazine that runs feature pieces about the orchestra and its activities in Miami. In addition, Mr. Fernández invites concertgoers to post their own thoughts on the orchestra’s performances: “Online everybody’s a critic….Comment on the concert you are about to experience. Review if you wish, if you must. Hey, it’s your ticket, rave on, pan on.”
Mr. Fernández and the Cleveland Orchestra are clearly trying to come up with an institutional equivalent of the “online communities” that spring up around homemade blogs. This kind of blogging is still relatively new in the world of art, and to date the only institutions that seem to have embraced it wholeheartedly are museums…
Mr. Fernández’s title points to the great flaw of institutional blogging, which is that it is institutional. Whatever else he does with “his” blog, you can bet he won’t be saying anything on it that’s even mildly critical of the Cleveland Orchestra….
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Read the whole thing here.

“In a flash, Emmerich had made a startling discovery. When humiliation reached a certain point, death was preferable. He had heard the fact stated many times, in and out of course, sometimes seriously, sometmes ironically. It had always struck him as a preposterous assumption–belonging to another age. But it was true.”
W.R. Burnett, The Asphalt Jungle