By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
Technically, this is one of this theater's least fussy productions this year. Costumer Wolf Orzow has dressed the men in period-appropriate suits that look a bit too sharp and fresh for the characters. Oxford dons weren't known for their fashion sense. And surely Freud's illness would've taken a toll on his physique.
Alder has also designed the set, which sets a heavy old desk and a couple of sideboards and chairs on layers of dark Oriental rugs. Statues of gods and goddesses crowd the surfaces — pretty phallic symbols, if you want to get Freudian about it. The only slip-up prop-wise is the old radio, which works too quickly when Alder's Freud clicks it on to hear the war news. Those old "wireless" sets took several seconds to warm up, though such a pause would be awkward in a play.
And there's a couch, of course. Both characters take a turn reclining onto its cushions as they bare their souls in intimate talk of sex, love, death and deities.
Freud's Last Session
Continues through October 20 at Theatre Three. Call 214-871-3300.
There is a lot to think about during and after this provocative evening of theater. And a lot more to be said about the details of this fine production.
Unfortunately, our time is up for this session. We'll have to continue next week.