Vincent Van Gogh's life was a desperately sad journey towards suicide, by way of hopeless, unrequited loves, an over- zealous period in the Church, utter penury and self-imposed incarceration in an asylum. It's a gift to a dramatist, since it needs little embellishment. The play, though, is not all gloom and doom: Ringold infuses Theo's frustration with a fond mockery (perfectly pitched) that nevertheless convinces us of the depth of his brotherly love. By the time VincEent gets round to shooting himself, one feels both Theo's sadness and relief that an unhappy life has come to an end.
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