Reviews

At Least Father Horrigan Is Going to Hell

In his condition-of-England play, Jerusalem, Jez Butterworth drew in broad strokes: not only does he set the action on St. George’s Day, but he begins with a dreamy, mostly-accurate recitation from the Blake, courtesy of a fifteen-year-old girl, dressed as Phaedra and interrupted after two stanzas.  Still, Jerusalem worked, and phenomenally so, because Butterworth largely earned his […]

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