|Maybe there's some confusion about the source material.|
Nor should Pylades deliver a line like he's Dom Deluise in a Mel Brooks movie, eliciting peals of laughter from the entire audience. There's much more to dislike, including the oddly wooden delivery of Nick Steen's Orestes, which constantly grates against the one-note shrieking of Rene Augesen's Elektra. Olympia Dukakis wanders the stage looking lost as the Greek chorus, and while there's much to enjoy about Caroline Lagerfelt's Bette Davis-tinged Clytemnestra, her portrayal belongs in Eurpides' Elektra, not Sophocles'. Steven Anthony Jones' Aegisthus is also out of place, though his presence onstage is lively and brings a bit of vitality to the proceedings, but it's too little, too late.
The costumes are an incomprehensible mess. Allegra Rose Edwards gets the worst of the deal as Chrysothemis, dressed as a baby-doll fetish whore, while Elektra rolls around in a see-through black negligee which seems to have no other purpose than to show off Augesen's physical attributes. Additional music by David Lang adds little to the overall design, which includes a chain-link fence topped by barbed-wire in front of the House of Atreus (yawn). Skip this.