Goodman’s Sweet Bird of Youth is a fascinating mess. Forget the talented and stunning Diane Lane — David Cromer’s direction is the star. After all, his bewildering and distracting choices insert themselves front and center. Or spin around in circles, as is the case in the dizzying third act. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Read my full review on The Huffington Post >
Chicago Theatre Addict 
I finally saw Sweet Bird of Youth last night. I agree with your review, though Imight put the blame more on the play than on Cromer (except insofar as he chose this play to direct). Not only melodrama, but scarily dated melodrama, with a mission to castrate black men as a central plot point? Perhaps distraction was the only way out, but why go there in the first place? The performances were good; aside from the leads I especially enjoyed Jennifer Engstrom as Miss Lucy. But after last season’s Camino Reel, I need a long break from Tennessee Williams.