(Ben Brantley’s article appeared in The New York Times, 11/12.)

The man dressed as a woman dressed as a man declares, with understandable agitation,
that disguise is truly “a wickedness.” But don’t ask anyone lucky enough to be at the Belasco Theater, home to a peerless production of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night,” to agree with him. I mean her. I
mean him.

In this imported production from Shakespeare’s Globe of London, deception is a source of radiant illumination for the audience, while the bewilderment of the characters onstage floods us with pure, tickling joy. I can’t remember being so ridiculously happy for the entirety of a Shakespeare
performance since — let me think — August 2002.


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