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April 19, 2011

Heavy doses of sarcasm are probably not a recommended therapy for recovering addicts. And yet as wielded by Kathleen Turner’s Sister Jamison Connelly in “High,” the sensation-stuffed drama by Matthew Lombardo that opened Tuesday night at the Booth Theater, the withering retort ultimately achieves better results than more soothing approaches.

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Mark
Kennedy

April 19, 2011

At the beginning of Matthew Lombardo’s new play "High," Cody Randall, a 19-year-old meth addict, is asked by a nun who is treating him to list all the drugs he’s taken.

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April 19, 2011

Kathleen Turner is bigger — and far, far better — than "High," a trashy melodrama by Matthew Lombardo that profits from the star’s liking for the kind of earthy, strong-minded women so often and easily patronized as "broads with balls." Here, it’s a dirty-talking, no-nonsense nun whose expert counseling skills are severely stretched when she takes on a gay teenaged junkie and street hustler facing jail time. Turner does her best to bring warmth and intelligence to the brass-knuckled nun, but this troubled saint remains a flimsy character in a hollow play.

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April 19, 2011

Persuasive performances from Kathleen Turner and newcomer Evan Jonigkeit make the best possible arguments for a contrived play.

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Terry
Teachout

April 19, 2011

Was Kathleen Turner ever an actor? Maybe, but she’s not one anymore. All she does nowadays is waddle onstage and hawk the self-parody that long ago became her stock in trade. To say that Ms. Turner plays an alcoholic nun in Matthew Lombardo’s "High" comes close to giving away the whole game. Yes, Sister Jamison Connelly is a foul-mouthed, tough-talking dame with a heart of brass-plated gold, and yes, Ms. Turner’s Janie-One-Note performance is so thickly mannered as to suggest that the producers of "High" have engaged a Kathleen Turner robot instead of the real thing. She rattles off her lines in a hoarse, staccato baritone voice that sounds as if it had been brought into being through daily doses of Drano administered by mouth, and she never does anything that you can’t see coming several hundred miles away.

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