Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa is one of the most talentless hacks currently being foisted on New York theatregoers (Chris Shinn also instantly comes to mind), largely by non-for-profit theatres who think producing young, alternative playwrights instantly makes them hip and contemporary. I wouldn't want to get anywhere near anything he's involved in. I shudder to think what he's doing with this delightful, if dated, musical.
"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