T’is Neither Here Nor There

Peter Sellars' four hour and fifteen minute staging of Othello sounds so bad it might actually be good. Most of the problems seem to be with his bizarre interpretation, though what would you expect from Sellars?

But there's also Philip Seymour Hoffman as Iago:

As for Hoffman, he spends the majority of the evening with chin on chest and hands in the pockets of his ill-fitting trousers, but simply does not yet know the part. On opening night, he consistently fumbled and restarted lines, made false entrances and spent uncomfortably long periods with his palms tight against his temples as if trying to squeeze out the next line. On several occasions, Hoffman resorted to yelling "Line!" to the offstage prompter, once missing her reply and having to repeat the call.

I wouldn't worry. There's still three months for him to improve before it hits New York. Or leave.