I have to be honest - this did not do it for me.
The audience interaction is a clever conceit, to a point - I thought it got old very quickly. I also felt like some of the audience members were milking their “moments,” which made me cringe. It’s hard for me to even “review” the play, because this isn’t necessarily a play in the classical sense. In that vein, to be charging Broadway prices here feels criminal, but this is the norm at the moment, at least in Seaview’s current model. One star, brief runtime, one “set,” exorbitant ticket prices.
Daniel Radcliffe is as endearing as ever, and I do give the production kudos for tackling heavy issues, but it does so with copious amounts of cheese and heavy-handedness. Radcliffe literally has to say things like “it gets better” and “talking about your mental health is vital.” It’s all very on-the-nose and not particularly nuanced.
If that’s your thing and you’re a Radcliffe fan, by all means go. The audience ate it up. Sniffles and laughs abound. But I was left wanting more.
Updated On: 3/4/26 at 09:18 PM