"untitled," is a blast. It's heart-felt, it's witty, and it's full of love and satire in a way that feels very genuine. I laughed reading it, and I can only imagine how hearing it with music and the full effects would create a lively, energetic experience. It feels like the rare play that would leave you feeling refreshed and full of laughter, but without rose-colored glasses -- it still asks questions about artistic integrity, fame, hope, and the power and purpose of art, and of theatre.
"untitled," is a blast. It's heart-felt, it's witty, and it's full of love and satire in a way that feels very genuine. I laughed reading it, and I can only imagine how hearing it with music and the full effects would create a lively, energetic experience. It feels like the rare play that would leave you feeling refreshed and full of laughter, but without rose-colored glasses -- it still asks questions about artistic integrity, fame, hope, and the power and purpose of art, and of theatre.