retelling

The retelling of the first lady’s life recasts her as a petulant former cabaret performer who would rather be on stage than in the White House.

It’s election night in Robert Icke’s “Oedipus,” a modern retelling of Sophocles’ “Oedipus the King” that must be the buzziest, if not the chicest, Broadway offering of the fall season.

Even by the standards of Wall Street villains whose character flaws wind up being exaggerated to fit the crime, Cassano, in the retelling, became a cartoon monster.

But you will not be getting a worshipful retelling of author Bram Stoker’s horror classic.

When there is desperation to commune with a loved one, any glimmer of responsiveness can be interpreted as lucidity, exaggerated with each recall and retelling.