Moderately effective end-of-summer visit w/ playwright Bertold Brecht and his extended family – wife, daughter, mistresses, acolytes, go-fers & ideologists – at his lake house retreat. Someone had the unhappy idea of treating this a la Chekhov, a sort of East German THE CHERRY ORCHARD, as we watch our motley crew spin ever closer toward personal demons while a dying Brecht fades away before our eyes, yet losing little of his abominable personality. Too bad no one thought of Noel Coward ’s HAY FEVER as template which would have added a touch of real Brechtian distancing to the thing.
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