Sooo…. Some speech the other night, right?
Seriously though, there was a lot more there that makes it like a Shakespearean scene than you’d think. Empty gestures. Pettiness. Detachment from realities. Even the sad and brooding spouse aloft in balcony, face painted with melancholy so organized you can’t tell what part of it is artificial. Or so I got from the maybe dozen minutes I could sit through.