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<text id=94TT0453>
<title>
Apr. 25, 1994: Theater:Serial Mom
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Apr. 25, 1994 Hope in the War against Cancer
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 85
Theater
Serial Mom
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<p>Diana Rigg finds the quiet within murderous Medea
</p>
<p>By William A. Henry III
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<p> One dazzling image can be enough to make an otherwise competent
production unforgettable, and the Medea that has been imported
to Broadway from London climaxes with an astonishing tableau.
After wreaking the most comprehensive revenge that a scorned
wife has ever devised--slaying her cheating husband's royal
fiance and soon-to-be father-in-law, then slaughtering her sons
so her husband's bloodline will die with him--Medea sets sail
for a new life. Most stagings leave her outside her home merely
talking of departure. In director Jonathan Kent's version, a
wall topples to reveal Diana Rigg apparently already at sea.
Hunched during her period of rage and oppression, she stands
proud as a ship's figurehead, clouds streaming past, golden
light burnishing her. Then she turns and looks back, toward
the scene of her unrepented misdeeds and, surely, toward an
audience agape at the beauty and power of this finale.
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<p> The rest is more ordinary. Rigg is wonderful in quiet moments
but awkward in striving for the unchained melodrama that Zoe
Caldwell achieved in a 1982 revival. The balance of the cast,
also from London, is workmanlike, save for Nuala Willis, whose
keening songs redeem that most archaic of theatrical ploys,
the chorus. The set, a vast wall of rusted metal panels that
bang like thunder and tumble away at key moments, is effective
but excessive, a tacit confession of shaky faith in the power
of the play's words. That doubt is foolish. Medea is the greatest
role ever written for a woman, fiercer than Lady Macbeth, more
lovelorn than Phedre. Despite Rigg's shortcomings as Euripides'
virago, the role makes her the odds-on contender to join Caldwell
and Judith Anderson, who played the part on Broadway in 1948,
as winners of a Tony Award for Best Actress.
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