I just saw this and hated every second of it. A 100 minute slog. I hated it so much, that it actually made me mad. It's such a poorly constructed piece that it plays like a first draft of something that will never be good, no matter how many re-writes it undergoes.
It says David Cromer directed this piece, but there were numerous times I wondered if they had a director, at all.
I was really looking forward to this and very excited to see Deanna Dunagan back on stage. I'm sorry she's stuck in this Freshman writing exercise. In fact, all four actors are very good and transcend the banal, superficial material they are given to work with.
Max Posner has a lot of ideas but, like his characters, none of them are fleshed out, in an interesting manner. And, if you're going to write about something that's very close to home, you have to go all the way "in" to where it really hurts. You can't just sort-of go "there," which seems to be what he does.
Much of the dialogue is telephone conversations. It becomes a tired idea very quickly and I have no idea if the awful sound, static and feedback was intentional, but it was annoying and only served to make me think about the sound and not the words.
This is simply bad, but more and more, it seems to be what passes for quality these days. And the absurd ending is pulled from the Sartre Cliff Notes, I guess
I can't wait to see the cast in something worthy of their talent, but I am so sorry I wasted 100 minutes of my life on this.