Bond doesn't impersonate Wilson. He delivers his lines with the gleeful, sometimes cackling tenor of a town crier, throwing the director's playfully self-admiring public persona back in his audience's faces. Even the most serious, committed fan of "Einstein on the Beach" might admit what a guilty pleasure it is to commune with Wilson's unmitigated ego. But Bond also reveals himself Wilson's best pupil, delivering a balletic choreography of slow, fluid posturing disconnected from the thread of the narrative. He never relaxes, poised for a leap that he never takes. Instead, in a spare space walled in by rows of lights, he turns a chair and a glass of milk into dancing partners and paints scene pictures with his shadow.
Far more than a Wilson lecture or a pastiche, "Bob" is a reckoning with his art and his reputation. Wilson is known for frustrating and sometimes overlooking the needs of his audience, and the laughter "Bob" produces can feel a bit like his fans' revenge. Removed from the bromidic accolades that have accompanied this visionary artist for the last 30 years, audiences of "Bob" are allowed to contend with his fame in conjunction with the testament of an unparalleled life's work. In a strange way, "Bob" belongs less in SITI Company's repertoire than in Wilson's, as a jester might belong in a king's court, to keep him human.
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