Phedre, Jean Racine (trans. Ted Hughes)

In the year of cougars, who could turn down a chance to see Jean Racine's Phedre, especially in a translation by Ted Hughes? The text did not disappoint, though Yale School of Drama's production did. The acting started at a high emotional pitch and had no where else to go. Plus there's the lethal problem of casting a young engenue (and what else will a director find at YSD?) as the fading leading lady.

Recommend. Caveats