“Mr. Lopresti came closest to communicating the mime’s silent messages. He had a fine moment when, his back to the audience, he considered a painting at a museum. A tentative stroke of the neck, a slow scrath of the head. The overwhelming impenetrability of it all was conveyed without a wasted impulse. And Mr. Lopresti’s face became a map of memories with one unhurried gaze in ‘Man at the Grave.’”
