War Horse
Opening Night: April 14, 2011
Closing: January 6, 2013
Theater: Vivian Beaumont
War Horse uses puppetry to tell the story of young Albert and his beloved horse, Joey. At the outbreak of World War I, Joey is sold to the cavalry and shipped to France, where he’s soon caught up in enemy fire and on an extraordinary odyssey, serving on both sides before finding himself in no man’s land. But Albert cannot forget Joey and, still not old enough to enlist, he embarks on a mission to find him and bring him home.
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April 14, 2011
The Bottom Line: This spell-binding London hit deserves every superlative thrown its way, and should earn an equally ecstatic reception on Broadway.
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April 14, 2011
When it reaches the screen as a Steven Spielberg movie, "War Horse" will have real, live animals to represent the 8 million horses that were killed in World War 1 or sold to French butchers at the end.
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April 14, 2011
The National Theatre of Great Britain’s extraordinary “War Horse” takes Michael Morpurgo’s relatively simple children’s story about a young man and his beloved horse, searching for each other through the deadly quagmire of World War I, and turns that tale into a deeply moving theatrical lament for the death of agrarian innocence and the destructive dawn of a new and, it seems, relentless age of mechanized war.
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April 14, 2011
Michael Morpurgo’s 1982 novel “War Horse” is the kind of story that you never would imagine could be staged live. Unlike Steven Spielberg’s forthcoming film version, which is set to debut later this year, using real horses on Broadway is not an option.
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April 14, 2011
It’s swoon time, ladies and gentlemen. Joey, the current marquee topper at the Vivian Beaumont Theater at Lincoln Center, is the kind of matinee idol New York hasn’t seen in ages. Tall, high-strung and handsome, with chestnut hair and eyes that catch the light, this strapping leading man is so charismatic you can imagine fans of both sexes lining up at the stage door with bouquets. Or maybe lumps of sugar and handfuls of hay.
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