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Seen recently at the Dundee Theatre (still musty, still open)
Please pardon my pea-sized intellect, but I didn't get it. Worse than that, I didn't care that I didn't get it. I just wanted it to be over. So, apparently, did the three people behind us who almost made it through to the end before giving up. (That left a whopping four of us in the theater, by the way.)
Were they strangers who've just met? Were they married and then estranged? These, I'm told, were the questions writer/director Abbas Kiarostami wanted us to wrestle with. I've got another question for ole' Abbas: are you kidding me? William Shimell (James Miller) came off as a whiny aristocrat who likes nothing more than the sound of his own voice. Juliette Binoche (Elle) was just as off-putting in a shrew-like, nut-job sort of way (I particularly hated the lipstick scene in the restroom.)
It reminded me of when my mom took me to see a Carroll (Iowa) production of "Our Town" - while I was in grade school, mind you. My short life was somehow not enriched by sitting through all three acts.
Bonus Bones: 0
No dogs walking the centuries-old streets of Tuscany? I seriously doubt it.
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