Honestly this is one of the worst plays (and I use that term loosely) I've ever seen. It's excruciating to sit through. If you didn't like BIG LOVE then you're not going to like this even more. At least BIG LOVE had Rebecca Naomi Jones singing which automatically elevates the material. The only highlight of this was a lip sync of Future Islands' "Seasons" because at least I could listen to a good song.
The play opens and closes with an interminable silence where you're looking at the director (or Will Oldham after tomorrow) and reading pretentious quotes projected onto the walls. By the time it happens at the end I was beyond ready to have the torture end and be released from the previous 95 mins (which felt ten times as long). What happened in between was a collage of quotes and inane dialogue interspersed with some of the things stevenycguy listed although everything he said isn't completely accurate.
The production values itself are the only redeeming quality but it's entirely too much. It's honestly everything but the kitchen sink. There might have actually been a kitchen sink in there buried underneath the mounds of other sh!t on stage. It's mind-boggling to me that Charles Mee plays keep getting produced. I could understand a crap play getting produced if it were cheap to put on but his plays look extremely expensive when you have a million actors, a pool table, a ping pong table, a ball pit and countless other props.
I would recommend staying as far away from BAM as possible while this is playing unless you want to know what it's like to be tortured. The only positive I can say is that I'm willing to bet this is the worst thing I'll see in 2016 and thankfully I've gotten that out of the way early on.
"Pardon my prior Mcfee slip. I know how to spell her name. I just don't know how to type it." -Talulah