portland center stage’s snow falling on cedars was a masterpiece. i haven’t read the book, and from what i heard while waiting in line, i was lucky enough not to see the movie. i went in knowing the story was about a murder trial involving a japanese american shortly after world war two. set on a strawberry farming island near the san juans, the back story often takes us to an internment camp in california. honestly, in today’s world of overexposed crime dramas, the plot were a little familiar. it was the production that made snow falling so memorable. watching it was like peeking at a snapshot of a different times. as always pcs’s staging was faultless, boats and courthouses coexisted seamlessly. the strong cast projected the tension of a small island dealing with huge issues. at the end of act one i realized i was holding my breath. most of the cast watery eyes during the last scene of the second act. when the stage lights went dark there was a pregnant pause, that could almost be felt, before the applause and everyone was on their feet. excellent theater.