![]() Her rage moves through her like a virus, and she can barely stay still for more than a minute or so. This is a woman in a rage that will not be quieted. This is not the beatific frozen woman draped in clean flowing blue garb and standing vigil to the side of the altar, or the woman in repose after childbirth (not a messy business for her, certainly) receiving visitors in a barn, or the delicate and mute doll-like form who holds her oddly mature infant on her lap in holy perpetuity. This Mary is not the mild mannered icon that Christianity, and the Catholic Church n particular, has given us. It is a spare and direct accounting of a mother whose son chose to be a targeted man rather than keep his mouth shut and live a long life. Colm Tóibín has written a book from which this play has been mined. This is a story and a performance that are beyond spectacular.Īnd it all starts with the word. Do yourself the favor of the decade and go see this show. But when I see a show that is takes me out of this world, it is a challenge to find words for that. Sometimes it is easier to review something I didn’t like.
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