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What New Yorkhas are the iterative studies.
The show doesnt have scenes, exactly.
(Life told this way is basically a catalogue of losses.)
I bet you do.
The smell of Daddys shirts.
I remember the clean smell of his shirts.
And the noise of the street and you warning me to be careful of the traffic.
You never listened to me.
Other characters surface in the story, and the three actresses play them too.
(Ireland is Charleys childhood friend for a moment or two, for instance.)
Falco manages to be both swaggering and mid-collapse for the whole 100 minutes.
Irelands shift into seriousness is breathtaking.
The show seems to stop in its tracks until Charley nods, understanding that shes been forgiven.
Director Lila Neugebauer interprets that to mean not abstraction but somewhere recognizable.
The effect, though, is similar.
The multiple perspectives on a life become triple spotlights trained on a sculpture, giving it dimension and weight.
Certainly light and its absence is what you spend most ofMorning Sunthinking about.
(Hold her head up!
Then, when dawn breaks through the glass blocks, the story begins.
On the page, it doesnt seem to contain much spark, but IknowI rememberhow gorgeous it was.
The secret must lie in whatever alchemy the company is making onstage.
Appropriately enough, to feel their impact, youve got to get in the room with those actors.
There is no substitute for life.
Morning Sunis at City Center Stage I through December 19.
