Missed opportunity …

… King Lear: a mesmerizing Hopkins in a disappearing script | The Book Haven.

In large measure, the problem is not the sword, but the scissors. Too much has been cut from this play to make it emotionally intelligible, to give it a rhythm and pacing and keep from reducing it to mere plot. Lear usually clocks in at more than three hours; this production has been pared to a skinny 115 minutes. There’s plenty of blood and punches, but little time for Lear’s humanity.

Quite. One waited for lines that never arrived. Of course, I have been spoiled by having seen Paul Scofield do it on stage.