The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I didn't like the play, but then I saw it under adverse conditions - the curtain was up.
The only real evidence that any critic may bring before his gaze is the finished poem.
Well, I go to the theater today, and its curtain - there is no curtain in this play; the lights go down and go up - and we start. And I live this character for two hours. There are only two of us in the play. And It's a complete experience.
I tried not to listen very much to the critics. I know that whenever you do something, you must have a lot of critics, or it means that you haven't done anything. I never really bothered much and I don't care.
The sheer complexity of writing a play always had dazzled me. In an effort to understand it, I became a critic.
I don't read the critics.
The critics don't bother me.
I don't watch a lot of my work. I'm not really interested in seeing it after I do it. Because I came from theater, where, you know, it's impossible to actually review your work, so why would I bother under any other circumstances?
Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
Certainly a curtain has never fallen too soon for me. Every play is too long, even the short ones. Every concert, every film, every television programme the same.