Ian McKellen is a god of theater. Though we literally had the worst seats in the sold-out Royce Hall, I feel fortunate to have been there, in the presence of tangible greatness. He was riveting, and the rest of the cast was incredible, too. I cannot say I recall a single false note during the entire three-and-a-half hours' traffic of the stage.
After the show, a lady in the restroom stall next to me remarked to a friend, "They found all the humor in the text. That's something not every production does. ...And it's the humor that makes the tragedy even greater" True on all accounts.
How does one become a "classically trained actor," anyway? And is age 36 too late to start?
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