The great Derek Jacobi has finally come into his Lear, and it's a doozy: He rages, he cracks his cheeks, and he whinges and whines like a toddler. Alert Judd Apatow: He's making a case for Lear as a man-child, one who's all the more pathetic for being an old man-child. Michael Grandage's production of King Lear is more remote than visceral, but if we never experience it on a personal level, we certainly absorb its politics: the idea of a country fracturing and fracturing, breaking down into ever-more-hardened, ever-nastier little niches, as the union dies of its own insecurities.
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