Christopher Barnard

Throughout the play’s somewhat meandering 2 hours 40 minutes, Driver does not hit a false note, a feat considering the aw-shucks, cowboy clichés lurking in the lines for less capable actors. And the slightly overlong story is helped along by a steady stream of laughs, remarkably more than expected given the premise. (Adam Driver dealing with grief and existential dread does not immediately evoke comedy.) But even when playing the whiny mama’s boy or entitled fame monster, his openness is magnetic, especially at such close range in the Lortel—an ideal venue for his gifts. One can’t help but fall to pieces.