Saw God of Carnage, the wonderful Yasmin Reza farce, at the Ahmanson yesterday.
Wonderful performances from a talented cast. James Gandolfini is very good but still at a decided disadvantage with respect to the other three actors with respect to experience. The audience didn’t help. The shock of seeing Tony Soprano in the flesh had people giving Gandolfini many unearned laughs. He still hasn’t mastered the ability to avoid stepping on a laugh.
The language soars. Reza’s skill at creating a tight, funny, compact contemporary farce is nothing short of amazing. The physicality of the play
When I thought of the play again this morning, I was again taken by Reza’s craft: her deft use of language and masterful structure. To sustain a play for 90 minutes with no intermission for contemporary audiences? My hat’s off to her.
Then I found myself disappointed. The play is so fundamentally tame. Are our small hypocrisies news? Iif the most dangerous thing that Carnage reveals is that we sometimes want to speak badly, calling out Sudanese coons or labeling our child a faggot — those are slim pickings indeed.