I've been lurking the board for years now, truthfully just looking to see the plethora of recommendations from users with varying tastes and opinions. And it's oftentimes been very helpful in the past! I would not have seen Mary Jane at NYTW, or even Indecent without the recommendation of some of you fine folks. So for that I'm super thankful and looking forward to chiming in from here on out. But my hatred for this play was so deep that I *had* to finally start posting to give my view.
This was bad. Not, "meh" bad, but bad. Letts rides a slippery slope from the get go, giving us a play about a truly unlikable straight middle aged white man who needs to find personal redemption before he continues down a perilous path of no return, consistently and inevitably hurting people without really acknowledging just how mutilated he leaves each victim. But aside from our 'hero', none of the characters onstage give any semblance of being actual, real people. They're like poster children for the term "2 dimensional." The dialogue is one step above sitcom level, exposition is thrown around like hot cakes, and there's almost nothing to really *care* about in the show. The stakes are oftentimes so low it's often comical, and not in a cute Annie Baker way, in a really sad Theresa Rebeck kind of way.
I have really loved Letts writing in the past, from August to Bug, and I'm even partial to Superior Donuts and Man From Nebraska. So I was really excited to finally see a production of one of his plays in New York (I'd only seen and directed regional productions of each of the prior) But holy goodness did this play need at least four more drafts. You think for the first hour, "hm maybe the overall point is that terrible people do terrible things and nothing ever works out for them and this is his way of showing us that" but soon you realize you just don't really care.You don't really care about anyone or anything happening, and you only laugh when someone says something about baby boomer culture (which, in my opinion, got old very fast) And when the show isn't dripping with jarring misogyny that perks you up with a "excuse me?" - it's just boring.
The performances are fine. Barford really does turn in some phenomenal work as a truly unlikable character, and when he receives the shows sole Tony nomination it will be deserved. Even design element is serviceable and altogether suited for the nature of the show, though nothing of a spectacular kind.
This all being said, the audience loved this thing. They ate this play up the Friday night I was there. There was a couple next to me that left during intermission, but they kept proclaiming the sound design was too loud (which I would have agreed with but it almost guaranteed no one would fall asleep and start snoring, so it was truly a blessing in disguise) Was I the youngest person there? Hell yeah. Did I hate this show? Absolutely. Was it the worst Broadway play I've seen? No, we have Time And The Conways to thank for that.
While I thought this was really awful, I feel like acknowledging the audiences response is important- it's very clear to me my opinion was not shared by most of the audience.
Did the audience enjoy it? Seems so. To each their own on this one, but holy hell do I wish I got those 2 hours and 40 minutes back. At least the Hayes is a lovely space.
Updated On: 10/13/19 at 01:36 PM