After her brilliant--and misunderstood in New York--masterpiece ONE FLEA SPARE, I was really looking forward to AND I AND SILENCE and walked away bored and disappointed. It hits all the obvious points without delving terribly deep into them and the word play games began to feel terribly writer-y to me.
I disagree about the acting. I thought they all looked a little lost, miscast, or stuck in one note. This has to be the umpteenth production I have seen this year--cast by Telsey, of course--where there was a gritty character that was played by an actor or actress who was so wholesome they looked like they wandered in from THE SOUND OF MUSIC.
Anyhow, I found it be exactly the kind of victim narrative that puts people off of feminist writing. I hope Wallace's plays in the upcoming season are a little more exciting, because--as ONE FLEA SPARE proves--she's definitely got it in her.
"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”
~ Muhammad Ali