by Yasmina Reza
Serge has bought a modern work of art for a large sum of money.
Marc hates the painting and cannot believe that a friend of his could possibly want such a work.
Yvan attempts, unsuccessfully, to placate both sides with hilarious consequences.
The question is: Are you who you think you are or are you who your friends think you are?
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 80 pages, black & white illustrations
- Publisher: Faber & Faber
- Publication Date: 04/12/1996
- Category: Plays, playscripts
- ISBN: 9780571190140
Showing 1 - 3 of 3 reviews.
Review by MSarki
Not the best play I have ever read, but certainly better than most. I am a big fan of Yasmina Reza's fiction and her memoir, but not so much this first play I have read by her. I will continue on and read more. I do like her dialogue but "Art" seemed a little forced to me at times.
Review by quantum_flapdoodle
An engaging work, in which a man buys a totally white painting. His friends mock his choice, and then they begin to attack each other about every conceivable aspect of their respective personalities. Pop culture psychobabble flies as each man tries to convince his friends that they are the ones in the wrong. Issues underlying their friendship eventually lead to blows. The author has captured the nature of human identity and the need for approval. We identify ourselves by our possessions and our friends seems to be the underlying message of the play; the author explores how people require other people to approve of their decisions, even when they are convinced their decision is right. Well constructed, easy to read, and definitely a play of its time.
Review by Ceilidhann
I think I'll just have to accept that Yasmina Reza isn't for me. Like The God of Carnage, I found "Art" to be an ultimately unsatisfying play. There was a lot of sound and fury that came to a rushed conclusion that resolved little of the chaos that makes up the play. Many of the ideas and conflicts presented feel half-baked and pointless, although it's easy to imagine them being entertaining when performed with a talented cast, as this play was on Broadway (which I think accounts for its Best Play Tony win, if I fancy being presumptuous, and I do.) The farce feels rather tired and the character interactions like Albee-lite. As always, it's unfair to judge a play solely on its text, and even more so when the text is in translated form, but as it stands, "Art" left me hollow.