By John Nathan, July 15, 2010
In David Hirson's Molière pastiche which, in rhyming couplets, attempts to compare the value of popular and lofty art, Valere (Mark Rylance) is the low-brow entertainer sent by Joanna Lumley's Princess to inject life into the austere work produced by David Hyde Pierce's high-brow dramatist, Elomire.
Hyde Pierce deploys the disdain he so brilliantly developed as Niles in Frasier. and I would pay top rate just to watch Rylance's monumental monologue. But Matthew Warchus's production never quite hits the funny bone, nor does the play's pathos touch the heart.