However, I’d be happy if McBurney spent less time with Holmes and more time toning down, or eliminating, the soundtrack. He could also simplify some of the busy staging. Miller is a powerful enough writer to create drama simply by having people stand on stage, look at each other, and say the lines. More trust in him—and in the audience—would let us ponder why wars bring out the very best and the very worst in all of us.
*My guesses, and those of my partner Noel, a director himself, are: 1) Probably he doesn’t trust the language, and no, the projections are unnecessary; 2) Who knows, but thank goodness the music isn’t on every single minute; 3) Either or both are possible, and unfortunately body miking is not unique to this production; and 4) We hope not.
All My Sons is playing at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre, 236 W. 45th St., New York City.