The show flopped on Broadway a few years ago because audiences weren’t willing to pay $150 to watch two actors read from scripts at desks in their street clothes — even if those actors are on the level of an Alan Alda or a Carol Burnett. The production was solid and got a rave review in the Times, but it still didn’t go anywhere financially.
"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