Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Poor constructionJenny Schwartz. Poor direction Ken Rus Schmoll. A play with more music than some musicals (Todd Almond). Frankly just a stupid idea all around. The talented actors actually seemed uncomfortable at times at the sheer stupidity they were employed to spew.
The stupid idea? A play that screams endlessly at you and has not a single cohesive idea (yes, we get it too - life today is filled with meaningless connections and a general lack of communication and genuine understanding). This play is filled with such crap and meaningless, unconnected, and disingenuous jokes that it was frankly insulting, trite, annoying and might just be a complete unmitigated disaster on stage.
I will purposely laud the actors on stage - all of whom smiled through the pain and genuinely churned out top notch performances despite the material. Cindy Cheung, April Matthis, Annie McNamara, Karyn Quackenbush, Carolina Sanchez, Lee Sellars, Jill Shackner, and Colette Tetlow all deserve polite applause and recognition.
I bet they didn't even know what they were getting into when it started. After all, nobody communicates anymore, right?