I'm sorry to see it close but it's no surprise. When I saw it, it struck as an interesting perspective wrapped in a thoroughly adequate and uninteresting play. I was happy to hear that friends had had more of an emotional response to the work. I felt it was just good enough to be on Broadway but nothing special. So while I hoped the show would find an audience for the perspective it has to offer on the last two decades, it was betrayed by its lack of a special oomph in the writing.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.