Remember when Sally Field exclaimed to the Oscars audience, "You like me, you really like me!"
About this play, I can only exclaim, "I loathed it, I really loathed it!"
A troubled, obnoxious, violent, lying, thief of an adolescent is given a scholarship to a prep school (against all logic), where he proceeds to act obnoxiously and violently, and lie and steal. But he babbles a lot about the meaning of life, references Socrates and Dickens, and quotes Walt Whitman, which makes him, we are told, a superior mind, thereby excusing his every misdeed. Sorry, but I wasn't buying any of it. I found the whole thing morally abject and thoroughly noisome.
90 minutes, no intermission.