Normally, I like Tom Stoppard's plays, but the phrase intellectual conceit kept running through my head during the first act, and was so annoying, I could not stay for the second.
Soulpepper had assembled an excellent cast, the set was good, the pace seemed good, but somehow "intellectual conceit" was all I got out of it.
Thank God Keith had the same reaction so we could go home.
Well, this sucked! I cannot believe this wasn't his first play. It was so much: "look at me, look at me, aren't I clever!"
ReplyDeleteIf I hadn't enjoyed other Stoppard, this might have been enough to put him on my "avoid at all costs" list.