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THE SHUBERT ORGANIZATION PRESENTS:
IMPRESSIONISM
by Michael Jacobs
Directed by Jack O’Brien
February 28 – July 5, 2009
Gerald Schoenfeld Theater
236 West 45th Street
(Between Broadway and 8th Avenue)
New York NY 10036
(212) 239-6200
TIMES
Tuesday – Saturday @8pm
Wednesday and Saturday @2pm
Sunday @3pm
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Set in Manhattan, IMPRESSIONISM is the story of an international photojournalist and a New York gallery owner whose unexpected brush with intimacy leads them to realize that there is quite an art to repairing broken lives.
Irons represents the realistic view of life, a war-worn photojournalist pretty shot himself, back home to heal from all he has seen and recorded. Allen advocates the impressionistic view of life, a self-contained art-gallery proprietress holding on to her paintings at all costs (in psychobabble parlance, her art is her “baggage”).
The opposites attract and spend the rest of the play — between sales — falling in love and trying to convert each other to their different views of life. The classiest kind of parry and thrust is called for here — and gets it from two attractive, intelligent, stylish stars who haven’t been on the Broadway boards for a good two decades.
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REVIEW QUOTES
Weiss adds some unexpected passion as a man in love with a particular piece of art, even though he is a bit of a cad where Katharine is concerned.
Impressionism is not a perfect play by any means, but it has some interesting things to say and ends up offering a rather lovely look at love, buttressed by several absolutely beautiful stage performances.
Michael T. Weiss, in his Broadway bow, already likes the sound of “Broadway actor,” he admitted. “I kinda love that. It has been a long time. I started out in theatre here and then got sucked into the Los Angeles film-and-television world. I’m so happy to be doing this now. It’s my favorite thing to do. I just needed a role in New York that I really adored.”
The role in question is a ridiculously rich art collector, and Weiss plays the part in a rather lighthearted vein. “He’s a very wealthy guy, but he has a good time with his money. Why not? Right? If I were worth $100 million, I’d be in a good mood.”