What is that man of mature vintage thinking as he sits in the stark rectangle of light, staring out at us with those wistful, hooded eyes? The miracle of superlative acting is that an audience can be held, and fully stirred, by a gesture as gentle and neutral as a far-off gaze. In his definitive turn as the brooding, coughing Krapp of Samuel Beckett's absurdist classic "Krapp's Last Tape," John Hurt invites you to wo…
SOURCE: Washington Post at 12:15AM on December 1, 2011