I have never in my entire life been so nervous for a review to come out. I connected with this show so much that I just feel so near and dear to this production. I thought that Brantley might tear the actual play apart, but he loves every aspect of this production from top to bottom. Right now, I love Brantley almost as much as I love this show. I almost wept because of how much he loved it!
If you want to learn how to be an actor, see Talk Radio. Brantley and I are telling you this show is brilliant. Learn from the master himself, Liev Schreiber.
The only thing I don't like the review is how Brantley doesn't say a word about Goddess Stephanie March. She's thrilling as a trash collector in this production, and she should have been recognized. I mean, Mr Mariska Hargitay was commented upon and his role is much smaller, but I guess he made a big impact on Brantley!
"Liev Schreiber doesn’t merely fill a stage, as great actors are said to do. In the gut-grabbing revival of Eric Bogosian’s “Talk Radio,” which opened last night at the Longacre Theater, Mr. Schreiber’s presence seems to fill the air as inescapably as weather. You get the feeling that even if you shut your eyes and plugged your ears, he would still be gnawing at your senses and manipulating your mood. Well, that’s how God is supposed to be, right? Omnipresent, invasive, all-seeing."
"But like the original production, which starred Mr. Bogosian as Barry, it allows its star to grab an audience by the lapels and shake it into submission. Anyone familiar with Mr. Schreiber’s stage work — whether in Shakespeare, Pinter or Mamet — will regard this opportunity as a privilege."
"Mr. Schreiber offers a balance between intelligence and instinct, both invigorating and reassuring, that is made for the theater. You know you’re in the hands of the ultimate professional."
"Watch how amused contempt shades into appalled dismay on Mr. Schreiber’s face as Barry listens to this babbling hedonist. It’s Dr. Frankenstein looking at his monster. From that moment Barry’s defenses are down. And Mr. Schreiber, with surgical finesse, delivers the frightening and illuminating vision of a man without his skin."