A visit much later in the run of a play than I usually make - in my attempt to see
less theatre
Buried Child had been an easy one to skip, thanks to the hefty
prices, horrible Trafalgar 1 seats, and the fact that I've not yet found much to
like about Sam Shepard's plays about American masculinity. Scott Elliott's
production did end up getting recommended to me by various people, though, and when
a decent discount turned up for an otherwise quiet week I decided to give it a go
after all. I don't know that it ended up ticking the "unmissable" box for me, but
this surrealism-tinged 1978 play was certainly a bigger hit with me than the
previous Shepard works I've seen. The setting is a crumbling house in remote
Illinois, where Dodge (Ed Harris) has long since stopped sharing a bed with his wife
and, elderly and sick, now barely ever leaves the couch.
