I adore the suggested staging, and the fluidity with which Salieri moves across the stage, through time, between action and audience address. It's been a while since I read a play, and this was a gratifying way to break that fast; it's kinetic and apprehensible.

I chased this down right after rewatching the film, and I can't help making comparisons. The film is better, the central dynamic more mutually informing, and it's a dynamic I adore (I spent the last hour repeating "you can hate and love someone at the same time!" - can't beat that intensity). The play is messier, thornier, everyone comes off worse and I like that; this Mozart is such a mess that Salieri's hatred is uncomfortably persuasive. But it's less magnetic, and as such it's less memorable.