clever2 said: "Okay. Real talk.
I saw tonight’s preview, and I am not having the religious experience promised me. Much of the rest of the play, while occasionally funny and entertaining in a soap opera kind of way, feels like a hybrid of Jeffrey, Lips Together, Teeth Apart, Love! Valor! Compassion!, and so many other gay plays that haunted stages in the 90s. In short, it’s often surface level writing that I was incredibly shocked to be experiencing. Especially following the almost pornographically positive responses it received in London. And why is the rest of the play so ordinary, predictable, and meandering? Even, dare I say it, awful. Samuel H. Levine, on the other hand, is historically bad. Bad community theatre bad. What the **** is he doing on a professional stage bad.That’s my take on part one."
I agree with much of what clever2 said. This is not at all the play that I expected to see tonight.
This is an over-long, shockingly superficial disquisition that meanders from lecture, to expository exercise to soap opera. It has no idea what it wants to be, except an epic, which it's not. The acting is, indeed, all over the place and Mr. Levine is truly cringeworthy.
This is an ode to identity politics, which is fine, but if one does not subscribe to that POV, it's rather empty.
We don't all "know these people," as Whizzer said. (sorry, Whizzer. I love your reviews, but I can't get behind you on this one). Part of my issue with it and identity politics, in general, is the broad assumption that all experiences are similar. I think that assumption is unfair.
I lived the 80s, but that monologue made me feel nothing except that it would have made a great audiobook. As part of a play where I'm supposed to watch the actors show me something, I was utterly bored.
This is the state of playwrighting, today and as a writer, it makes me sad. It's lazy, expository and tells me rather than shows me. I was jarred by the reference to gay history and the Holocaust. I'm sure it was not intended as it came across, but it was jarring to me and I'm not easily jarred.
Most of the characters are interchangeable and indistinct, except for those who clearly are filling a certain stereotype. For the theater world that always speaks of "diversity," there wasn't a whole lot on stage and that's okay. The story was this specific group, but it does diminish the universality of such a piece.
Maybe my dislike of narration and exposition coupled with plays that present 'answers' rather than ask questions made this not my cup of tea. I love 'epic' theater, but this was just not it for me.
After the unexpected surprise of finally seeing (and loving) Waitress last night, after years of disinterest, I wanted to love this play, but, sadly, I cannot imagine I'm headed back for Part 2.