Agree fully with PoisonIvy2 blog review about the central weakness of the production in the Parsons- Quinto casting. Both are seemingly ideal. But in the case of Parsons, the depth simply refuses to surface, ever. He hits the emotional marks, varies volume and intensity, but the raw catharsis doesn't happen; it's but indicated. Quinto channels Frey via overly polished line readings, but is so preoccupied being a chain-toking presence, he neglects the subtle dramaturgical requirement: this story evolves into an Apache dance between Michael and Harold. They are the George and Martha here in terms of the machinery and the emotional connection of a couple. Yet they seem in different universes. Parsons doesn't grasp the stakes in the relationship, and when Harold opens his gift, the moment just flies by with the same weight as the others (something is wrong if the Boardwalk deed feels more important than that framed photo). DeJesus gives the memorable performance, and delivers the most powerful sociopolitical message: Emory is a bruised survivor, but also an honest-to-God adult man. Who owns who he is without apology. The character pops in this play now as a hero. The dismisssve marginalization of the Emorys is no longer acceptable, and DeJesus reminds us: it never should have been. It's a significant take-away here.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling