It's the wee hours of the morning, and Sarah is watching someone under a streetlight, and he her, as they do every night at this time. A glass of milk sits on the coffee table exactly where a glass of whiskey did in the first section. Joe becomes more and more furious, and initially we may think that he is simply being obnoxious, objecting to something that doesn't really affect him. If so, we are so wrong. His reason is poignant and real, and Crowe superbly plays the character, and our emotions, like a virtuoso.
The production as a whole is an exquisitely performed sonata, by the end reassembling in our imaginations as more than the sum of its individually impressive parts. This sort of subtle interplay among actors so familiar with one another is what Trinity is all about and was why regional repertory theaters, of which Trinity is the last, came to exist in the first place. Lucky us.
, Janice Duclos, Mauro Hantman, Timothy Crowe, More