It was eleven years ago, and it was SO BORING. The idea was that the entire thing was taking place in Lear's mind, so the set was nothing but a grey-painted cyc. Everyone wore Edwardian black (tails for the men, funereal-looking gowns for the women), and with nothing at all interesting to look at, such a serious play was really hard to watch. DoaS was actually good, sadly, but the underlying issue was a) I was fifteen, and b) I had, uh, an undiagnosed (and mild) case of mono. So there you go.