Saw this tonight and am definitely in the positive camp. It's not a feel-good night of theater, but it is a challenging piece that is, at once necessarily obvious and ultimately devastating.
Frank Langella is a theatrical treasure and impresses me more every time I see him on stage. The remainder of the cast is not given as much to do, but that is the nature of the subject matter and what it's like in real life.
I'm still digesting the play, but I wonder if I would have liked this as much, if it wasn't telling the story of my family and my life. Dementia and memory issues are rife in my family (my mom & 2 of her sisters) and I have been primary caregiver. I found myself nodding, numerous times, with serious recognition, even at some of the most difficult scenes in the piece.
The play is non-linear, so if linear storytelling with traditional plot and character arcs are your preference, this is not for you. I'm not sure it sheds a lot of light on something more and more folks are having to deal with and, to be fair, I'm not sure it can. Every dementia situation is, like autism, unique to that individual.
The staging is effective and as jumbled as everything else. Doug Hughes does a very effective job keeping everything from slipping into chaos.
I think, if you have any connection to a similar situation, by the end, Langella will leave you a mess. I won't give spoilers, but I have personally witnessed and lived the exact final scene of this play. It is soul-crushing.
Many sniffles, including the usher sitting near me who said it had been the first time she watched it through. Poor guy two rows in front of me put his head down sobbing. I felt for him. The audience cheered quite loudly at the end, much of it, I believe, for Langella and it was well-deserved.