I saw it over the weekend. Growl's comments are, indeed, spot-on. The play is terrible and the level of performances don't do anyone any favors. Newintown is right to call Johnson "mutton dressed as lamb"--he doesn't seem to have the charisma to anchor a play. I've always found MCC a very hit-or-miss company, but this is their biggest miss in a while.
I'll echo that anybody going solely to see Alice Ripley will be sorely, sorely disappointed.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body