Quartett, Heiner Muller

Director Robert Wilson and actress Isabelle Huppert were enough to entice us make the mad drive from New Haven to Brooklyn during late-afternoon traffic. I'm not convinced the evening was worth the effort.

The primary difficulty was my limited French. Yes, there were supertitles, but our excellent seats meant I couldn't see both the stage and read the text at the same time. And because Wilson's stylized production sought to divorce what the audience saw from what the audience heard (which I guess is what I experienced in the extreme), I had difficulty grabbing ahold of anything.

I feel so plebian, so philistine.

Recommend. Sorta. With Caveats.