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<title>
May 10, 1993: Theater:Blending Art And Therapy
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
May 10, 1993 Ascent of a Woman: Hillary Clinton
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS
THEATER, Page 66
Blending Art And Therapy
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<p>By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
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<qt>
<l>TITLE: Shakespeare For My Father</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Lynn Redgrave</l>
<l>WHERE: Broadway</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: At 50, a gifted daughter still yearns
unrequitedly for the approval of her remote, now dead, genius
father.
</p>
<p> In what Lynn Redgrave recalls as a characteristic family
photograph, her father Michael and sister Vanessa posed
exquisitely in front while the workaday members of the family--Lynn, her brother Corin and mother Rachel Kempson--stood
demurely behind. She doesn't come out and say so, but the
grouping was painfully apt. While acting seems to be a genetic
imperative for the clan (five generations have worked in the
business), only Michael and Vanessa have been touched by the
magical ability to make transcendence look effortless. He was
among the greatest of a towering generation that included
Olivier, Richardson and Gielgud; she is incomparably the finest
actor, male or female, in the English-speaking world today. Lynn
is a skillful, earthbound performer, at home in both classics
and sitcoms, if best remembered for Weight Watchers commercials.
Born to another name, she would be the mainspring of family
pride. In her tribe, she is an afterthought.
</p>
<p> This poignant situation inspired Shakespeare for My
Father, a one-woman show that is original, funny, often
fascinating and profoundly neurotic, a blend of art and
psychotherapy. Ostensibly a tribute to her father, the piece is
really a thwarted child's cri de coeur for his love and
approval, melding mostly accusatory reminiscence with chunks of
Shakespeare pertinent to his career, her career or their often
remote private relationship. As Redgrave performs on an all but
bare stage, a shadowy portrait of her father looms behind her
all the time, as if to remind her of an acting ideal to which,
alas, she cannot measure up.
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<p> It adds greatly to the power of the piece, presumably not
in a way she would choose, that Redgrave is just good enough to
underscore how far short she is of perfection. Most of her
readings--of notable soliloquies and a few scenes in which she
plays multiple parts--are earnest, better when quiet than when
kinetic (no matter whom she plays, her posture and gestures look
the same). The personal text is better acted, if sometimes too
cute. Her impersonations range from dead-on (Maggie Smith) to
unrecognizable (Olivier). There are two telling exceptions: she
is stunning as both Cordelia and Hamlet, speaking of their
fathers, one remote, one dead. Here art unmistakably resonates
with life.
</p>
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