I saw it a few weeks ago.
I found it really dull and lifeless. I read Funnyhouse of a Negro and saw it at Signature, and although I didn't love it, I had a lot of respect for it because it was so bold, raw, visceral, and culturally significant. I expected to react similarly to this one - i.e, I expected that if I were to dislike it, it would be because it was TOO bold, TOO risky, TOO over the top. But instead it felt really safe and inert. It was still experimental and Kennedy-ish in the sense that it was told in a very non-literal way, but not in a way that felt exciting or ambitious in this day and age. I ended up being utterly bored throughout.
The play centers around an interracial couple in Jim Crow, which as a premise has been done a lot already. Still, I was ready to root for them. The first scene shows them interacting, and the two actors had a good amount of chemistry. They share a kiss early in the play which I found to have a very palpable, tender passion in it. But I subsequently lost interest entirely because they spend the rest of the play separately narrating their family history to the audience without interacting at all.
It was cohesive enough, and Kennedy probably achieved what she was aiming for, but I found it extremely disappointing. It was only 50 minutes long, but I had the urge to leave halfway through - and I almost never do that.
I can tell a lot of my reaction comes down to personal taste. I absolutely hate plays that consist largely of narration, and in this case it felt particularly irritating because I was so ready to become emotionally invested in the main couple. The production was also chock-full of gratuitous, tasteless projections - another thing I can't abide.
Updated On: 2/5/18 at 08:03 PM