My first exposure to Rebeck was seeing the premiere of "Mauritius" at the Huntington in Boston, where it was one of the most unexpectedly amazing things I saw in my time there. I was saddened when the Broadway transfer didn't get the same reviews with it's "name" cast. I also think Seminar is a good, if not groundbreaking play. I thought this was her least interesting script, though her ear for dialogue is still sharp, the structure of it is just befuddling; I found the conclusion a giant thud of a moment and the fact that it was over-directed in that moment made the thud more resoundingly hollow. I enjoyed Butz throughout, the rest of the cast was serviceable, and there are some fun moments, but not enough to recommend (or, alternately, to condemn) it.
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.