Tucked away in SoHo — far below the razzle dazzle of 42nd Street with its falling Spideys and dancing drag queens — you’ll happen upon a dark underbelly of musical theatre.
Neither revisionist or worshipful,Cary Fukunaga’s cinematic adaptation is visually dreamy, but not quite the Jane Eyre a Brontëhead imagines.
In COMPULSION, an intense Mandy Patinkin chews the scenery and charming puppets delight — but do they succeed in creating compelling theatre?
When you walk through a hallway, it’s with the knowledge, or the hope, that you’re walking towards something. There’s a sense of relief. Adam Rapp’s vision of the hallway offers no such easy relief. But that’s a good thing.