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Perhaps you recall that when this play was in previews, members of the audience were walking out angrily, and voiced their dissatisfaction in no uncertain terms.
Naturally, the creators of this opus refused to budge a millimeter. Imagine, those impossibly stupid and obtuse audiences, unable to appreciate the genius of Annie Baker! Why, the very nerve of them!
The fact that the audiences were absolutely right was entirely irrelevant.
And theatre snobs, critics, and award givers would show them all just who's boss, for that crew most definitely doesn't take kindly to those who refuse to bow and scrape cravenly before their darlings.
And so, predictably, the play received raves, and a Pulitzer Prize could be seen a mile away.
Well, that sure put the upstarts ---- the poor saps who actually pay the freight --- in their place!
All to the detriment of that other rank critics' darling, Fun Home. Poor thing. It had the great misfortune to open the same year as this stinker. If only those audiences at The Flick had acquiesced meekly to the boring tripe force-fed them for three interminable hours, and had not raised such a stink! Then Fun Home would have had a Pulitzer as well to add to its heaping stack of undeserved laurels.
Updated On: 12/2/14 at 04:05 AM