I reviewed this same play in Chicago during the 1990s and thought I’d seen the last of it, but apparently not. It entered my vocabulary as the prime example of a premise so unacceptable as to render everything that follows likewise repugnant. Once the playwright takes a wrong turn off the freeway, there’s nowhere to go but farther awry.
I reviewed this same play in Chicago during the 1990s and thought I’d seen the last of it, but apparently not. It entered my vocabulary as the prime example of a premise so unacceptable as to render everything that follows likewise repugnant. Once the playwright takes a wrong turn off the freeway, there’s nowhere to go but farther awry.