The eloquent Shaw review - highlighting the distinct Americana in Hunter's story - is, in the best sense, triggering. The play is closing in no small part because it's a non-event offering in an "event" forward ecosystem. Ticket pricing as a liability remains a controversial topic, because we're told that even short runs require a preponderance of near premium seats to ensure return on the dollar. But here's where we hit a sociological wall: A show like Hunter's - about the struggling class of a red state, surviving COVID by the skin of their teeth, facing a bleak post-pandemic society wherein needed connections between isolated people are strained, tenuous - is a populist tale.
It's a small canvas illustration of small(er) lives - not dramatizing Oedipus or Norma Desmond - perfectly scaled. The very people who would see themselves and their communities in the play's world-building are shut out from the outset. The next argument goes like this, "Yeah, but after Broadway comes publication, and community theaters can do it everywhere." So this turns the premiere in New York into the Cannes Film Festival for new plays, creating a kind of trickle-down art form wherein the people who might most appreciate depicted lives and experiences won't have access to them until it's no longer in the hands of top tier professionals.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 12/13/25 at 10:48 AM