Review: An Electrifying ‘Coriolanus,’ Addicted to War
Jonathan Cake finds the cracks in the macho surface of Shakespeare’s strangest tragic hero in Daniel Sullivan’s fiery production in Central Park.
Forget about the mutants at the multiplex. The most compelling action hero this summer is wallowing in carnage in Central Park, mowing down multitudes with nothing but a naked sword and a whole lot of testosterone.
Did I just call him a hero? Perhaps that isn’t quite the word — or if it is, we need to rethink what it signifies. As i...