Reviewed by George Basler As the play Red opens, Mark Rothko is an aging artistic lion at the height of his powers and renown. But he’s not a happy man. “We’re a smirking nation under the tyranny of the fine,” he sneers at one point before adding, “We are anything but fine.” The peek into Rothko’s innate despair is one of the key plot points of Red, which opened this past weekend (April 14-17) at the Cider Mill Playhouse in Endicott. The intelligent, well-acted production asks questions about artistic integrity...
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