It's an ambitious, uneven play. The basic premise follows a young orphaned girl at a rural Catholic boarding school who claims she has been visited by the Virgin Mary. Her revelation throws the school into an uproar. The headmaster (a priest) is sympathetic to the girl, while the head nun believes she is lying and wants to see her punished. Then, after several more girls report visions, an official from the Vatican is brought in to assess the situation.
My problem with the play is that it all felt very disjointed. Hall is wrestling with big themes, and very little seems to come together. Tribalism plays a significant role--the orphaned girl and the priest are both Tutsi, while the head nun and the schoolgirl bully that she employs to try and disprove the girl are Hutu--but I never felt like Hall tied the tribal issues in Rwanda to her narrative in a meaningful way. (The play takes place in the early 1980s, ten years or so prior to the genocide, though it's clear that tribal tensions are roiling). Some of the language is very poetic--at the same time, there were more than a few scenes that didn't make sense.
I found the acting uneven. I don't have my playbill in front of me, but the actress who played Marie Claire came off the best. The head nun was strident and one-note, though that could have been the writing. And I found the headmaster/priest downright amateurish.
*Potential staging spoiler*
I recommend getting seats as far back as possible for the production, if you plan on going. The entire theatre is used, including the aisles, the sides of the stage, and the area directly in front of the dead row, where you enter the theatre, which is about six or seven rows back. I was front row and found that I often needed to completely turn around to watch large portions of the play. If I could do it again I would have gone with a ticket in the rear of the auditorium.
"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