Retreat From Moscow
I'm not surprised to learn that William Nicholson's The Road to Moscow is substantially autobiographic; it is lumbered by the problems that frequently afflict plays drawn from the playwright's life. The autobiographic character, a young man watching the disintegration of his parents' marriage, is passive to the point of near-invisibility, except when articulating the theme for those of us in the audience. The evening is a particular disappointment given the excellence of some of Nicholson's other work (Shadowlands and a first-rate account of the discovery of DNA called The Race for the Double Helix). I cannot regret any evening that features Eileen Atkins, and I am a longtime fan of John Lithgow. This is a seriously-intended evening, which makes its stumbling all the more sad.
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12/3/03 7:23 AM
I'm heading to the Big Apple in a few weeks and I've decided to skip this play. Instead, I'm seeing I am My Own Wife and I may try to see Nothing But the Truth or Birdy as well.