This is the second half of Kate Maltby’s essay on the representation of September 11th in art. You can read the first here.
Decade succeeds in humanizing moral failings: fear, shame, doubt. In the simplest and most intimate scene, we hear a blokish, British New Yorker talk through the guilt of swapping his day
off for 9/11, his creeping frustrations with the official investigation, his confusion at finding his public criticisms picked up by conspiracy theorists.
It’s a devastating performance by Tobias Menzies, pared down, humble. And Menzies isn’t the only talented performer here: Kevin Harvey is fierce and firm as the Marine ordered to shoot Bin Laden, as well as pulling off a neat Barack Obama impression.
The ever-reliable Emma Fielding is solid as a professional 9/11 widow, monumentalized in grief, even if her accent wanders. Snaking through all these stories, Scott Ambler’s choreography is revelatory – dances hint at the ritual of everyday life, our interdependence, combat, humility, at infinite possible relationships formed in the rubble.
The problem with all these stories is that they can’t compete with the 2749 real tales out there, lost among the rubble but occasionally sifting to the surface.
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