. . . right into the Atlantic Ocean, rather than spend a Saturday night at the Baryshnikov Arts Center, inconveniently located at 37th Street and the Hudson river.
Why did we get tickets for NORTH ATLANTIC? We couldn’t resist the idea of seeing Frances McDormand and Maura Tierney. Their parts were so small and the entire show so weird that we really have no idea what was going on.
The whole evening was bizarre. The theatre is so off the beaten track that there isn’t even a redeeming restaurant nearby. There is no assigned seating so this very New York crowd lined up in the lobby and then swooped in trying to get the best possible seats (we were pretty good at that!) We still haven’t figured out how this show was sold out but it was and at the end of the play, most of the audience seemed to have enjoyed the performance, although we are completely amazed at that.
We can’t tell you what it was about; we have no idea. We can’t tell you if we liked anyone in it; we didn’t get enough of a taste of anyone’s performance to even venture a guess. We walked out and simultanously commented that James Strahs had to have been on acid when he wrote this mess.
Here’s the good news: NORTH ATLANTIC is a limited run production by the Wooster Group, which closes on April 25th so you will probably miss it. Lucky you!
NEXT UP: LA CAGE AUX FOLLES
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