Simon Stephens needs an editor.
(No spoilers)
Holy crap, this is one of the most soporific plays I've seen in a long while. Lengthy, beyond all comprehension or necessity, with absolutely nothing worthwhile to say, the play reads like a Hallmark Channel movie about several generations of a family caught up in a soap opera, where there is nothing at stake and what little conflict exists, is internal.
A full hour into the play, after a series of extended jump-cuts, a major event happens and by the time it does, we've listened to an awful lot of pointless dialogue, so much so, that we don't care that something big happens. It's all like a soap opera, and not a very good one, at that.
The English accents are all over the place and many times, incomprehensible. At one point, I thought to myself, I wish they had subtitles. This sums up the problem with the play, as a whole. It maintains its English setting, but it might as well be set in Paducah, Kentucky. Sometimes, this speaks to the universality of a piece, but, here, it speaks to the generic, superficial and inert blandness of the work.
On the up-side, it's always nice to see Blair Brown. I wish she had better material and Atlantic had decided to do a more worthwhile play.