A storm threatened. Not the one that opens Shakespeare’s late life play, The Tempest. On the evening I ventured into Central Park, to the Delacorte Theater for the always delightful experience of seeing Shakespeare under the night sky, rain was in the forecast. It would have been appropriate: not a downpour which would have cancelled the performance, but a melding of real nature with the teeming waters of the Public Theater’s ocean backdrop (Riccardo Hernandez’ design) for this season’s The Tempest, directed by Michael Greif, with Sam Waterston as Prospero.
As I said, the evening is always a delight, and it was. No rain fell. Still, Sam Waterston in the role of Prospero, played a bearded savant lacking in the authority to make this pivotal character round. And as a result, the sequences of betrayal and magic fell short of their usual verve. While the ensemble was fine—with Trinculo (Jesse Tyler Ferguson) and Stephano (Danny Mastrogiorgio) performing their comic duet, rolled into a two-headed monster, This Tempest in the park needed less from the template, a tad more tempestuous.
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