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But something is missing.
The beast, for all its scale and artistry, is an automaton.
It lacks a conscience.
It is content to entertain.
But soon, as Simon Russell Beale steps onto the stage, it will be 1844.
Here in America, reflects Emanuel, everything changes, even your name.
And right away, theres something in the air thats not being addressed.
Its all adroit construction and cool playfulness, unburnt by the messy heat of full character.
Beale is sly, erudite, and twinkle-eyed.
Its all technically intoxicating and persistently without a point of view.
Its not exactly subtle, and thats okay a fable doesnt require subtlety.
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