I like it not. Some actors' stumbling lines Or patient yawns Leave Shakespeare's thoughts delivered Barely breathing or still-born While others' jousting runs the play Unchecked, unfettered, and yet un-free.
Mercutio's fitful rantings smoulder some, Then, tired, lose their place, Extinguished fire that nearly casts A plague on any houses Before a lingering death brings Sweet relief to all the house.
Old Capulet, more bored than angry, Tirades only tiredly at his daughter, The last in a line of several disappointments. We wait his piece to end, Endure the hanging and begging and starving In the streets, while Juliet entreats... Gosh, I could use a bit to eat.....
O God in Heaven! Give us up a little leaven From this acting now so leaden.
Sadly, young Mercutio's dead, And soon, Paris, and young Romeo, Followed by young Juliet, and then Old Capulet.... The priest's alive, so we can fret What further mischief he may still beget.
Disappointing performance at the Guthrie in October 2017