Another "watch the thin veneer of civilization, imposed by ball-breaking women, be stripped off as inhibitions disappear". A comic "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf", as Gail suggests. Lots of very funny bits, but disappointing in total, given the hype. The second cast (Ken Stott, Christine Lahti, Jimmy Smits, and Annie Potts) all had good moments, but I didn't think all fit. Hard to picture James Gandolfini in place of Ken Stott with his strong Irish brogue. Christine Lahti was very good when controlled, as the phony intellectual, in-touch-with-her feelings, writer-cook-mother but over the top during a lot of the see-what-she's-really-like scenes. Annie Potts throwing the flowers over her shoulder was very funny. Jimmy Smits body language, at the beginning of the show and after his cell phone was drowned was wonderful, something about his too-correct pronunciations didn't fit the character.
Wonderful set, blood red carpet and painted floors and walls around the box. Too many books stacked, very neatly, on top of and underneath the table and on racks in the corner.
African drum-inspired music at beginning and end, is the God of Carnage from Darfur, the setting of Veronica's forthcoming book?
Seating in mezzanine, row G, just behind an aisle, very good seats, hard to hear, given Stott's accent, very fast line delivery, talking on top of each other, and much shouting and shrieking.
Dinner at Queen of Sheba, meat and vegetarian sampler plates, Ethiopian coffee, baklava and creme caramel.
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