Review of Camelot is Crumbling at the 2011 Minnesota Fringe Festival.
Maximum Verbosity

Even the dogs under the table are allowed them, I’m told. If I could, I would give David Rust’s review five kitties.  He says essentially everything I would have, everything I did say when I reviewed The Rise of General Arthur in 2009.
I love the power of phillip’s language.  I still want him to invite the audience in more. I shouldn’t have to be a medievalist to get this, shouldn’t have to have studied the Arthurian cycle as completely as he has to understand his interpretation. Sometimes I think he just doesn’t care whether the audience gets it or not.  The words of Franz Liebkind come to me: “You shut up! You are the audience! I am the author! I OUTRANK you!” Having said that, the piece is still a remarkable tour de force.  I love the way phillip intensely engages with the characters of Lancelot and Mordred – though this time the soliloquies of each character had me thinking not so much about the differences between the two men but about how men and women view sin and redemption differently.  “Imagine that your entire life is about the worst thing you ever did.”  OK. I think I can probably say that I have imagined that.  I have also imagined something better.  Nightmares are, after all, only bad dreams.