The noted actor returns to the downtown stage in what might-might-be the director's last play
Plus sizing up other leading ladies, nightlife crime, and Tony hopefuls.
In a real production, he could be one of the great Hamlets, but the sorry news is that Michael Grandage's dismaying, affectless plod-through, which features the dullest supporting cast I have ever seen in any Broadway production of anything, has no more to do with Shakespeare's Hamlet than a paint-by-numbers kit has to do with Rembrandt.