So I literally carried this play around with me for weeks. Like, the printed script. I'd read it in restaurants. I'd read it on trains. On buses. I'd read it *to* people. I'd finish it, and then start again. It's that. Damn. Good. Here, Eppler gives us a gift of a play, filled with vast humanity artfully compressed into an object, or a moment, or a line. The arc of this play, centering around the brilliantly crafted Blondie, feels as natural as can be. You're along for her ride, and you're happy to be there. This play is genius.
So I literally carried this play around with me for weeks. Like, the printed script. I'd read it in restaurants. I'd read it on trains. On buses. I'd read it *to* people. I'd finish it, and then start again. It's that. Damn. Good. Here, Eppler gives us a gift of a play, filled with vast humanity artfully compressed into an object, or a moment, or a line. The arc of this play, centering around the brilliantly crafted Blondie, feels as natural as can be. You're along for her ride, and you're happy to be there. This play is genius.