Hart House presents an uninspired opener to their new season
by Stuart Munro
At one point towards the end of Tom Stoppard’s 1966 play, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead, one of the titular characters looks at the other and asks, “What’s the point?” As members of the audience at the opening night of Hart House’s new production of this classic piece, fellow CharPo writer Dave Ross and I were forced to answer this question with “Yes, exactly.” It’s not that this production is a disaster (though that might’ve been more entertaining). Rather it too often falls flat, allowing neither the absurdity to shine nor the questions surrounding what it means to be a character in a play vs. a person with free will to be clearly examined.
