Diaz-Marcano continues his investigation of the displaced, the exiled, the lost, the transient, and more forced to consider the possibility and ramifications of living in the United States; here, in his ten-minute period play 'Mother's Milk', with an effective metaphor for "manna from heaven," he extends himself to a young married couple of South Africans expecting a child. The choice they face is a timeless, surprising hard mix of past, present, and future, of politics, privacy, and family. It's like a beautiful, disorienting mix of Athol Fugard and Tony Kushner, replete with Diaz-Marcano's...
Diaz-Marcano continues his investigation of the displaced, the exiled, the lost, the transient, and more forced to consider the possibility and ramifications of living in the United States; here, in his ten-minute period play 'Mother's Milk', with an effective metaphor for "manna from heaven," he extends himself to a young married couple of South Africans expecting a child. The choice they face is a timeless, surprising hard mix of past, present, and future, of politics, privacy, and family. It's like a beautiful, disorienting mix of Athol Fugard and Tony Kushner, replete with Diaz-Marcano's always dreamy, always divine style of dialogue.