Roman Polanski’s Yuppie Apocalypse

There are times when I’m profoundly relieved that my personal Roman Polanski boycott means I don’t have to watch something:

I didn’t actually see God of Carnage onstage, where it strikes me that its manneredness might have seemed a bit less cloying — I tend to like dialogue that feels a bit bigger than life, but I think it does work a bit better in a setting that’s foreign, whether like Deadwood because it’s a time that’s lost to us, or Angels in America, because the divine is invading New York. And perhaps I will think differently if and when I have children, but I’m just not sure that the dark heart of humanity truly lies in a well-appointed living room in Brooklyn.