I'm always excited when a new play makes its way to Broadway. But, sometimes, I wonder how and why something has found its way there. I missed this off-Bway, although I wanted to give Joshua Harmon another chance after hating Bad Jews. I always want to give a playwright (being one myself), another opportunity as I hope they would give me. But, I and my companion almost left at intermission and were sorry we didn't.
I realize I am too old for this piece and probably always have been. I didn't relate on any level, but that's probably just me. Being 25 was very different for me, than what I see, nowadays. There is no plot, which would be okay as long as I cared what happened to the characters, but I just wanted them to stop complaining for five minutes. I felt trapped in a room with people I didn't like and I haven't felt so trapped since The Testament of Mary. We start and end in the same place. The ending is not revelatory in a way that led me to believe we had changed radically from where we started. My companion said "I didn't realize I hate people that much." I don't think that was the intention of the playwright.
I didn't care for the set or the lighting and was mystified by some members of the audience laughing uproariously at things that may have deserved a smile. It was noticeable and a little annoying.
I've seen most of the cast in other shows and I have liked them (especially Lindsay Mendez and Rebecca Naomi Jones), but this material didn't give them a chance to shine.
On a positive note, I love Barbara Barrie and while her small part was disposable and badly underwritten, I loved seeing her and was so happy that she is still working and entertaining us.
I really wanted to love this and was really looking forward to it, so my let-down is that much more palpable. I'm glad so many here seem to enjoy it and I hope it finds much success, as that's a good thing for the future of new plays on Broadway.