Don't hate yourself, Plum. Your observations are dead-on. The show
is boring, plain and simple. The characters are underwritten and the play is performed at such a breakneck pace that you barely get a chance to care about any of them. The music serves no purpose other than to move things along when the playwright has nothing to say, which is often. I'd forgotten most of the play by the time I turned my cell phone back on.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body