I saw this last night. I was looking forward to this one, and unfortunately I found it a let-down. The script is fairly laugh-free. When Benjamin tries for farce, it feels incredibly forced, exactly the opposite of how it should feel. There is one bit of physical comedy that goes over extremely well--and which I won't spoil, for anyone who might wish to see it--but that was the only intrinsic pleasure I found in the play.
In an attempt to write a light comedy, Benjamin doesn't appear to want to delve very deep (or at all) into some of the potential issues her plot could raise; chiefly, the role of smart and ambitious women in a proto-feminist society and the questions of colonialism and assimilation that are evoked by "explorers" from an empire. These questions don't seem to have a place in the play Benjamin wanted to write, but to me they would have made a much more interesting play. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to have the talent to pull off a true screwball comedy, and the audience is left unsatisfied both intellectually and comedically.
The cast cannot be faulted--they're all very game. It's always wonderful to see John McMartin on stage. To me, he's the definition of an old pro. Jennifer Westfeldt is charming. Carson Elrod and Arnie Burton, both great comedians who seem to enliven any show they're in, do the best with what they have.
The set and costumes are probably the best I've ever seen at Stage I. The high point of the show.
"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