Every production at the Guthrie is the same, or so it seems:
Middle Aged Audience.
The Guthrie’s mediocrity is probably driven by the last item. The budget is fuelled by season ticket sales, and corsets sell tickets to middle aged people. I have tried the Guthrie again and again, and I’ve been disappointed each and every time. The theater routinely neglects young talent in favor of older, “experienced” actors like the dad from Family Matters.
If you must go, don’t pay full price; get rush tickets. Hang out in the sculpture garden beforehand, and be prepared to leave at intermission.
The Guthrie definitely doesn’t deserve a new building, but it is fitting that the new structure looks like an Ikea with a gigantic blue phallus attached.
If you want inventive, intriguing theater, try the Jeune Lune.