Joan Dideon's memoirs brought to the stage. An intellectually emotional tour-de-force. Vanessa Redgrave bravely conveys the pain and rationalization of the loss of both her husband and daughter.
Despite the hype, i was satisfied, but not overwhelmed by the performance. Yes, Vanessa is brilliant, but it did not seem to be her lack of talent, but the lack of teeth in Joan's work. Sure it was powerful. Sure, Vanessa added so much to it that nobody else could have. But still - I left with a sense of wanting more. Vanessa held back. The work seemed to require it. Joan has never been a playwright before. Screenplays, yes. Live theater, no. I had much higher expectations than Joan's work seemed to be able to deliver.