In today’s Wall Street Journal I review a New Jersey revival of Sam Shepard’s Buried Child and the Broadway premiere of Richard Bean’s The Nap. Here’s an excerpt.
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Home, Robert Frost said, is the place where, “when you go there, they have to take you in.” But what if they don’t remember who you are? That’s what happens, more or less, in “Buried Child,” the 1978 black comedy that won Sam Shepard a Pulitzer Prize and put him on the map of American theater. Shepard’s reputation has been in a semi-eclipse of late, no doubt owing in part to the long wasting illness (he suffered from Lou Gehrig’s disease) that killed him last year. So it is a pleasure to see Shakespeare Theatre of New Jersey’s splendid revival of “Buried Child” and thereby be reminded that at his best, he really was as good as everybody remembers….
At a moment when so many younger playwrights seem determined to beat their audiences over the head with whatever they want them to think, it is a further pleasure to spend an evening watching a play that is at one and the same time effective and elusive, so much so that it’s genuinely hard to describe. Imagine “You Can’t Take It With You” rewritten by Edward Albee or Samuel Beckett, though, and you’ll start to get a sense of what happens, or appears to happen, in “Buried Child,” in the course of which Vince (Paul Cooper) and Shelly, his girlfriend (Andrea Morales), pay a visit his grandparents’ Illinois farm for the first time in six years. No sooner do they knock on the front door than they discover to their surprise and horror what we’ve already learned, which is that the poisonously crotchety members of Vince’s extended family all seem to have gone mad, albeit comically so—at first….
“Buried Child” doesn’t exactly act itself, but it works best when done plainly and straightforwardly, and Paul Mullins’ staging, in which every member of the cast seems as real as a character in a nightmare, is devoid of any trace of trickery….
Why on earth did anyone think it a good idea to mount a Broadway production of a British farce about a transgender gangster named Waxy Bush who attempts to fix the Snooker World Tournament—especially one in which all of the characters speak in a largely unintelligible working-class dialect? Having squirmed without cease through the U.S. premiere of Richard Bean’s “The Nap,” I’m forced to the conclusion that a not-inconsiderable number of New York theatergoers get a thrill out of hearing the words “f—“ and “c—“ pronounced with a Yorkshire accent. I can’t think of another reason to do “The Nap,” especially given the fact that the latest play by the author of “One Man, Two Guvnors” is relentlessly, incapacitatingly unfunny…
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To read my complete review of Buried Child, go here.
To read my complete review of The Nap, go here.
The trailer for Shakespeare Theatre of New Jersey’s revival of Buried Child:
A scene from Writers Theatre’s 2018 Chicago-area revival of Buried Child, directed by Kimberly Senior:

The nineteenth episode of Three on the Aisle, the twice-monthly podcast in which Peter Marks, Elisabeth Vincentelli, and I talk about theater in America, is now available on line for listening or downloading.

So why has Theresa Rebeck now written a Broadway play about her called “Bernhardt/Hamlet”? Because Bernhardt famously essayed the title role of “Hamlet,” in which she appeared in Paris and London in 1899, well over a century before such exercises in theatrical gender-bending became, if not quite commonplace, then increasingly frequent. Max Beerbohm, who saw and reviewed Bernhardt’s Hamlet in London, dismissed it as humorless and absurd, naughtily claiming that “the only compliment one can conscientiously pay her is that her Hamlet was, from first to last, très grande dame.” But all that survives of her interpretation is “Le duel d’Hamlet,” a two-minute film in which Bernhardt can be seen clashing swords with Laertes, which doesn’t exactly tell you what her acting was like.
Here’s my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.