Yanks, with a very few honourable exceptions, have never been any good at acting or appreciating a fine theatrical performance, preferring crude, stereotypical caricatures with all the subtlety, human warmth and nuance of Kabuki or the prosopa of Thalia and Melpomene, or some cartoon animations – which is why their cinema is so awful. It is easy to see how the performance of the new Mrs Meghan Hewitt, wooden and mechanical as it was, can convince a nation that knows nothing of more authentic veracity than Mickey Mouse.
