And you think Chicago theatre critics can be harsh????

Okay, there’s been a few times where – as I read a review in one of Chicago’s many publications – I’ve uttered a (possibly audible) wince at the harshness of the critique.  But after reading a review from online edition of the London Times, I have to say that our theatre critics are compassionate in comparison.  Here’s a section of aforementioned review, which is a diatribe for a British televised play called “The Dinner Party”:

But the play was the thing – a desperate, unbelievable, dramatically inert bit of third-degree embarrassment; secondhand agitprop cliché that would have shamed a drama-GCSE improv class. Not a single word or emotion or reaction was honest or believable or real. Again, I’m speechless with admiration for the Tristram who has been paid money, fed lunch and given a chair that goes up and down and has such insouciant confidence in the idiocy of his audience that he allowed this to be broadcast. And not just cast, but cast with good actors who had agents who suffered the same effortless belief and said: “Do it. Who cares? It’s cash.” Finally, and most awe-inspiringly, that someone sat down at a keyboard, tapped away and made The Dinner Party – a crippling, dribbling, mewling homunculus of plagiarism. And, having done it, they didn’t turn white and book themselves into an ashram. They said: “This is cool. I’ll show it to the grown-ups”, and pressed Send. The next time this writer sees his or her name in print, I abjectly pray it’s under “Employee of the month” at Burger King.

“Employee of the month” at Burger King???  Ouch!!  Now that is cruel!  (but at the same time, I have to admit, fun to read!).  You can read the entire review, if you dare…..