Daniel Prillaman’s play gets at something ineffable and central to the human condition. Wildly inventive, Roman-candle-esque - and yet contained, thematically focused - an elusive and mystical running joke, somehow both deep and witty, protean yet fixed, deeply disturbing and reassuring, death and life-affirming, a genius eye-patch routine, astonishing characters like Critic 1, a phone-call monologue I envy, many great absurdist lines, the slyly oxymoronic title. ART DUTY is the thing! [5-25-26]
Daniel Prillaman’s play gets at something ineffable and central to the human condition. Wildly inventive, Roman-candle-esque - and yet contained, thematically focused - an elusive and mystical running joke, somehow both deep and witty, protean yet fixed, deeply disturbing and reassuring, death and life-affirming, a genius eye-patch routine, astonishing characters like Critic 1, a phone-call monologue I envy, many great absurdist lines, the slyly oxymoronic title. ART DUTY is the thing! [5-25-26]