I've said it before here and I'll say it again... like any major theatre company, Roundabout has its ups and downs. For every BIG KNIFE they do a TALLEY'S FOLLY (or insert your own dreadful bore/crown jewel of choice here.) Actually, I shouldn't even equivocate by arguing they have a 50/50 split or some form of regular expectation; some shows they do fail miserably, some succeed wildly, some are curiously average, and most of them will be well-meaning but ethnically-monochrome (there's your kneejerk Roundabout criticism I'll wholeheartedly agree with.)
Now then, on to the topic of this thread: Bring. It. On. This play has the potential, when done well, to be the funniest thing one can ever experience. May the gods of theatre smile on them in their quest to present this divine entertainment.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.