The whole play falls down, echoing falsely. Its essential crumbling, of course, has come about not because it is poor history but because it has nothing satisfactory to give in history's place.

The sheer presence of Garbo in this startlingly profound performance it completely and utterly mesmerizing, and an experience that can't really be done justice on the small screen.

Chief fault with Christina is its lethargy. It is slow and ofttimes stilted.

A one-woman show that just happens to include a cast of hundreds.