Performing Arts: Theater
May 12, 2014
The Lovesong of Alfred J. Hitchcock. It’s a great title, evoking two masters of separate forms, promising an exotic mix of the macabre and lyrical romanticism. Instead, it’s a pedantic and obvious piece of theatre that doesn’t live up to its name.

While there are some creative staging ideas (a moving movie screen is foremost of these) and a solid performance by Martin Miller as Hitchcock, the show is a meandering look at the underlying themes and motivations for Hitchcock’s movies (Hint: he had mommy issues and was obsessed with one particular type of woman. Of course, you could just watch his movies and figure it out yourself.)

The play loosely follows Hitchcock as he thinks of and begins preparing to film “Marnie”. It also jumps into the past, showcasing his relationship with his mother, predominantly. Except there really is no story or tension. We don’t spend our time trying to unravel the mystery of his genius, nor do we see Hitchcock go through a journey of self-discovery. Instead, we watch him behave pretentiously and selfishly toward everyone around him. He knows his inner demons and their source, he just chooses not to deal with them.

A better playwright might have made this a sympathetic and compelling journey that leads to an inevitable downfall. Instead, it’s like an A&E Biography on Hitchcock, only less interesting.
EYE ON THE ARTS, NY -- Kelly Johnston

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