Corruption in the Palace of Justice, by Ugo Betti, is about that debased fallen being called Man, who, in some unassailable corner of his tarnished soul, yearns for, reflects, and presupposes a radiant otherness called God. Compared to Justice's rigorous goading of the individual conscience, such religiously oriented plays as Eliot's The Cocktail Party, Greene's The Potting Shed, MacLeish's J.B. and Chayevsky's Gideon seem like Communion services for the morally complacent.
The progress of the play is like the scrubbing away of a painting to reveal an underpainting. On the surface, a court of justices in a nameless city and country is...
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