On Broadway, spring all too often wears a wintry look, and April is the crudest month indeed. Last week two plays, one French and one American, struggled to outdo each other in making their characters and their audiences groan. As the work of French Playwright Jean Anouilh (Antigone), Cry of the Peacock proved the more surprising debacle. Anouilh's indictment of Love began as frivolously as Molnar and wound up as savagely as Strindberg. With notable help from the production, the play messed up every mood it attempted, and, despite brief glimpses of...
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