Fitzgerald and his wife, Zelda Sayre wove themselves into the life of Hemingway in Paris. A story of the self doubt of an artist, how rocky the road to success can be, and how fickle and fleeting it really is. What defines friendship between fellow artists? What keeps those friendships going and what defines their boundaries?
The show runs a little longer than may be necessary- perhaps trimming about 15 minutes from each act might tighten it up. Dana Watkins' portrayal of Fitzgerald as tentative, delicate, and insecure, yet as horny as a teenager, is magnificent. PJ Sosko played Hemingway as the opposite - a hard, powerful, cold, cocky, son-of-a-bitch. I must admit - I don't really know how either of them really should be portrayed. But the contrast was certainly theatrically effective. Amy Rutberg beamed as both the young and carefree flapper as well as the older, insane, and unstable Zelda.Overall a pleasant evening of theater. I just hope it was mostly all true! I think a trip to wikipedia is in order for me now.