Peter Shaffer’s “Amadeus” is, at heart, a great love triangle. At one vortex, there’s 18th century composer Antonio Salieri, wavering between piety and murderous peevishness. At another corner, there’s the God whose favor Salieri craves, quite unrequitedly. And then, standing between them, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, God’s true love, or at least it seems to Salieri for a while. It’s a pleasure to report that all three of these roles are exceptionally well-played in a splendid new production at the Pasadena Playhouse, here to remind us that genius and the lack of it can both be hell.
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