(Ben Brantley’s article appeared in The New York Times, 3/29; via Pam Green.)
Every so often, evidence arises that acting might just be the most satisfying profession on the planet. Take the company called Bedlam, which is putting on not one but two inspired productions of Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” in a small and airless room in the garment district that seats about 50, and making you feel like its members are the luckiest people alive.
The actor-envy inspired by the five-member cast here isn’t of the usual order. It’s not because these performers are more glamorous, more famous or richer than the common herd. You don’t see their egos being stroked into tumescence by mass admiration. And I seriously doubt if any of them have swimming pools or personal chefs.