Not quite sure what to make of this, but it figures that Altman-- so famous for his fondness for improvisation-- should choose an unfinished play for his debut at the Old Vic. Scripts, scripts? We don't need no stinkin' scripts!
(As for Kevin Spacey as Richard II: let us simply hope he doesn't play the poet-king as a K-PAX-ian outsider. The name "Verbal Cant" comes to mind.)
09 September 2005
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