R & G: A Minority Report CHRISTOPHER NICHOLS
W ERE ACTORS; were the oppo- _ site of people,” says the Player King in Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. And, God, it’s getting truer every day as far as I can see. Forgive me if I react more than review. By now, the happy huzzas of the daily and weekly critics have informed us that Stoppard’s smash begins in a tinkling, twinkling profusion of tossed coins that always come up heads, moves on using retooled versions of -Shakespeare’s R & G to explore the demise of romantic tragedy, the con- fusion of the human condition and the dreariness of man’s destiny. It ends bleakly, in a Beckettesque dia- logue about death, with R’s and G’s spotlighted faces suddenly snuffed into




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