A trying exercise, to say the least. Sitting through it is akin to running on a treadmill: you end up exhausted and you haven't gone anywhere.
It exemplifies the now much-in-vogue genre of the tract as play --- in other words, all tract, no play. The narrative is unfocused and uninteresting; the characters underdeveloped; the writing limp; the attempts at humor lame. (Isn't it time to put an end to adults playing toddlers?)
But in the end, in plays like this, none of that matters, as long as you have the tract. And that, by golly, it has, as it ticks off all the cherished talking points of the day.
Whewww......
Updated On: 6/6/18 at 06:51 AM