When I told Shroom I was going to see The Importance of Being Earnest
, he reminded me that it has received bad reviews. "I know," I said, "but it's still Wilde's words, how much could Parker screw it up?" Turns out a lot. All of Parker's ridiculous flourishes completely destroyed the rhythm of the words and undermined the play's comedic timing, which is really disappointing, because I think Firth, Everett and Dench were perfectly cast. Francis O'Connor, on the other hand, annoys me. She looks like Barbara Hershey on Thorazine. And Reese Witherspoon seemed stranded. This was not her finest hour. In all fairness though, her character was the most victimized by Parker's excesses. Luckily, the 1952 version with Michael Redgrave is on Showtime next Monday and may help block the other from memory.