Theater critics are concerned with a certain set of things. Whether an actor can be heard all the time, or is lit properly, or is dressed in period-appropriate clothing–that sort of thing.
I am concerned with a play’s heart. Is it beautiful? Is it terrifying? How does it move? Do you leave ready to buy another ticket, or bitterly (not necessarily unsatisfied!)? Where does it go when the curtain falls? Ihave little regard for the finer points of anything, but soul–now soul is what I love. Welcome to Paperweight.
