With all the talk of red states and blue states and regional politics, we live in a time where we often view anything not connected to us as “other.” But, oddly, at least in the Eastern United States, we have been connected across the 40th parallel by a single mountain range—the Appalachians—that has served for eons as a path not just for the hikers we see along Route 7 in the Berkshires, but by the flora and fauna that have travelled this same pathway.
This work is certainly never dull. However it never provides a new idea or thought ... nor does it leave us feeling that we have experienced a new work, but only a second-rate version of something we have known for eons.
I have been looking forward to seeing this play, only the second edition I have ever seen on stage, and my hopes and prayers have been answered, for this is a definitive production of a masterpiece that has long taken a third place position in the canon of the playwright's works.
