Sometimes the sad sack wins the day. During much of Constellation Theatre Company's delightful "Scapin," the none-too-bright servant Sylvestre (Bradley Foster Smith) exudes wet-noodle dolefulness. Plodding around with a drooping posture and expression of resigned dejection, his hands nearly hidden in his yellow sleeves, he resembles a silent-movie clown " Buster Keaton on downers. Read full article >> &n…
SOURCE: Washington Post at 02:42PM on January 21, 2014