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April 14, 2010


Arnold Spoons

Well, misguided I may be, but I still don't like Stoppard's plays - with the exception of The Real Inspector Hound, which was - and is - great.
The trouble with Stoppard's plays is that they are tedious. This includes the Real Thing. It's just simply unbelievable. Hapgood was so awful I left after the first act. Arcadia was boring beyond belief. Stoppard seems able to flatter his audience into believing that they are watching something intellectual and must therefore be intelligent people for appreciating what they are seeing. But really it's the most tedious and pretentious stuff. Stoppard is to the theatre what Martin Amis and Ian McEwan are to books: immensely successful and completely mind-numbing. (Only a personal opinion, of course.)

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