This was very much a mixed bag.
The play would absolutely benefit from trims - even at 2:15, it still felt too long. I found it to be meandering and unfocused, ultimately. It tries to tackle love, aging, narcissism, what it means to be an artist, parenting, and somehow global warming (??) all to varying degrees of success.
The performances are all strong (MIRIAM SILVERMAN, MIRIAM SILVERMAN, MIRIAM SILVERMAN!!). Hamish Linklater’s character is so wholly unlikable and one-note, which was a big problem for me. I sort of felt the same way about Chalamet in MARTY SUPREME - why should I care about this central character when they’re so irredeemably horrible?!
There were definitely bright spots - quite a few genuine laughs and (yes I’ll mention her again) Miriam Silverman is an absolute delight. I just wished the material itself was tighter and more focused.