It’s hard to imagine how children reared on PlayStation and Wii, and plugged into the world and each other every minute of the day, can make sense of the theater, where you have to go when they tell you, sit where they tell you and shut up while others talk. It’s even harder to imagine how those same children can make sense of "A Christmas Carol," set two centuries ago, when keeping warm and fed and not dying of nameless crippling diseases were the concerns of daily life.
To be sure, the message of "A Christmas Carol"–that generosity is better than stinginess–can seem timeless, or even affirmatively timely. Those who are constantly connected can observe what connection might really mean: taking responsibility for your fellow creatures, listening to their concerns as well as airing your own, staying part of the community in which we and they all suffer and enjoy and live and die.
Which somber note is utterly (and properly!) counteracted by the Goodman Theatre’s latest method for bringing "A Christmas Carol" into the realm of the conceivable for wired-in young people: compelling a reluctant and truculent Scrooge to tweet several times a day.