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I saw Doubt (John Patrick Shanley) at the Loeb Ex. The play is set in a Catholic school in 1964, and centers around the question of whether a priest has inappropriately touched a boy. The principal of the school, a nun, has blittle bits of evidence, but nothing conclusive. The priest maintains he is innocent. What do you do when you're not sure? Which is the opening line of the play.
The set had three parts, a bare sort of office, a bench in a garden, and a stained glass window behind in the middle. Nothing fancy, but they worked. (And the sound of a phone being actually dialed was memory inducing! Though one actor dialed the equivalent of 555-5555, which seemed lazy to me.) Costuming was only partly right. The priest was fine, but the nuns had knee-length habits, not floor length, which didn't work with some of the dialogue in the play (mentioning someone tripping over her habit). The head pieces weren't quite right either, but mattered less. The mother was dressed appropriately... but were she out at appointments, she'd have a handbag. All of this is fairly small stuff, though.
The actors were solid. Not amazing, but decent. I suspect that they would have found the roles easier had they been older. (Or perhaps that's my bias showing). I could hear the power in the lines in any case, and it's an interesting play. I think I'd like to see another production of it, though the novelty of the twists and turns would no longer be there.
The set had three parts, a bare sort of office, a bench in a garden, and a stained glass window behind in the middle. Nothing fancy, but they worked. (And the sound of a phone being actually dialed was memory inducing! Though one actor dialed the equivalent of 555-5555, which seemed lazy to me.) Costuming was only partly right. The priest was fine, but the nuns had knee-length habits, not floor length, which didn't work with some of the dialogue in the play (mentioning someone tripping over her habit). The head pieces weren't quite right either, but mattered less. The mother was dressed appropriately... but were she out at appointments, she'd have a handbag. All of this is fairly small stuff, though.
The actors were solid. Not amazing, but decent. I suspect that they would have found the roles easier had they been older. (Or perhaps that's my bias showing). I could hear the power in the lines in any case, and it's an interesting play. I think I'd like to see another production of it, though the novelty of the twists and turns would no longer be there.