What I liked
The ruby red meat of the production hinges entirely upon the character of the snapping tightrope Taylor is made to walk on. This is done by surmising the lead’s life as not her own but one that denies her the corporeality of her pain and the depth of her soul. It seems to suggest her work as an “effective” actress as a woman who works rather than glides over Hollywood – detailed by design. Her carefully hidden emotions underscore her violet aura, the scarlet of her passions quickly cooled in the blue of her melancholy: awash a royal purple as she downs pills with champagne – covering the massive weight of reality in her attempt to stay employed, to stay above water walking the plank of a life not chosen, but made for her, demanding respect of her encrusted chalice and gauntlet.
What I didn't like
The bones of the production would be zealously improved by the addition of another hour as the actress is a perfect motley of panache and energy that keeps the show electric. Her ability to teeter between the jewels and agony is impressive, and refuses to make Ms. Taylor a victim while giving her pathos far beyond the Venus de Milo she became. So virtually no flaws as even the wardrobe effortlessly transformed the already gorgeous Boye into a facsimile of Elizabeth’s near-extraterrestrial presence with jewels sparkling in technicolor foiling a near-impossibly perfect coif of inky raven sleek. It undercuts her delivery in no regard as you recognize this seemingly irreverent glamor as a uniform of war – her jewels badges of lost youth and lifelong injury as a form of military honor along her blustery ascent to today’s immortal starhood she’d cozily inhabit from a million living rooms.
My overall impression
The attractive peer of constant interruption in Elizabeth’s life as a rule of thumb materializes in the mind from this prompt. The demand of the constantly chiming rotary phone is her symphony: a brigade of suitors and dealmakers. The battle with it within Kayla Boye demonstrates a level of unravel that comes with her reassessments of what is truly important to her, with tactful, jocular insights into her prurient situational matrix.
