Friday, July 25, 2008

Eh Joe

Although it lasts just half an hour, this staging of a Beckett piece originally written for television is one of the most wholly satisfying nights I’ve spent at the theater this year. Remarkably, Mr. Neeson draws a transfixing portrait of a man on the edge of emotional collapse without speaking a single word.
Samuel Beckett's "Eh Joe" is the reason I love theater. The reason I love the infinite possibilities of theater. And I haven't even seen the fucking show.

I know I've been quiet on this—on any real news lately—but I mean to get back to theater. I've got a lot of short-term and long-term goals to tend to... but there is a lot I want to accomplish in both theater and film before my mysterious, untimely death.