Theater Review: ‘The Iceman Cometh’

The essence of O’Neill story can still be seen in director George C. Wolfe’s production of “The Iceman Cometh,” but too many elements simply don’t ring true.
Theater Review: ‘The Iceman Cometh’
Denzel Washington as Hickey, a traveling salesman, in Eugene O'Neill's "The Iceman Cometh." Julieta Cervantes
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NEW YORK—“Pipe dreams,” those fleeting, rose-colored reminders of yesterday and ethereal promises for tomorrow, figure significantly in Eugene O'Neill’s 1946 drama “The Iceman Cometh.” However, the current Broadway production too often fails to look beyond these dreams and examine the pain therein.

In 1912, the New York City saloon and rooming house run by Harry Hope (Colm Meaney) is the last stop on the highway of broken dreams. The establishment is populated by drunken relics who have long since retreated from the world. As Larry Slade (David Morse), a former anarchist now content to sit on the sidelines of life, explains, “No one here has to worry about where they’re going next, because there is no farther they can go.”

Judd Hollander
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Judd Hollander is a reviewer for stagebuzz.com and a member of the Drama Desk and Outer Critics Circle.
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