I saw this last night. It's a very very bad play -- warmed over Beckett/Albee/Ionesco, dumbed down and cuted up. You'll see where it is going soon enough. The actors do their best, but it is a losing battle against a silly sophomoric text. The most interesting thing about the show was that it got me wondering if Signature ever returns a play to one of their Resident Playwrights because it simply isn't good enough, or is there some kind of contractual loophole whereby they have to produce everything the playwright submits? And it got me wondering who at Signature pissed Will Eno off so badly that he'd dump this empty headed scribble onto their stage?
"If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers." Thomas Pynchon, GRAVITY'S RAINBOW
"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." Philip K. Dick
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