Oh geez, you guys. I had such high hopes for this play but now I want my $82.00 and 95 minutes back.
I guess I get it. The author is a NY Times darling, but seriously? This thing counts as a play?
This is is the quintessential "nothing happens " play. A bunch of boring people stand around and talk. Barely any conflict of any kind. It takes place in Thanksgiving so we are supposed to relate and say "oh, this is just like my dysfunctional family". We are all "humans". Hey, what a great generic title for a generic play.
But wait! There's morel!!! There is some sort of ridiculous and undefined supernatural element to the whole thing. Why? Impossible to know. No answers shall be provided here for your ticket price Sir and Madame.
There are two excellent elements to this entire thing and that is the wonderful ensemble who do such heroic work here that you might even be fooled into thinking some sort of plot is happening. The second is the lighting. It is sublime. Of course, the designer has to deal with a wacky supernatural element that adds nothing to the non-plot, but it is spooky to look at, even if it makes not a lick of sense.
I am so disappointed by this and by the previous glowing critical reaction.
Buy tickets at your own risk.