The Weir On Broadway, A Review
There’s not much to “The Weir”, really. A small group of fraying-at-the-collar regulars gather in a drab pub in a backwater of Western Ireland. They are joined by a local-boy-made-good who is squiring an attractive newcomer from Dublin. Drinks are poured, old rivalries flare and sputter, tales are told, the changing times are bemoaned, the pub closes. But it is the tales that hold our interest, Irish shaggy dog stories of fairies that grow ever darker and ever spookier and that somehow speak volumes about human loss and longing.
Amadeus On Broadway, A Review
This “Amadeus” is a more neatly balanced piece of work. In the original, if memory serves, Salieri was more a villain and Mozart more a twit. The villainy and the twittery are still there, of course, but now with more shading. All in all, the changes make for a a more fully satisfying evening.