Swelling with pathos, passion, and its own form of poetic justice, In the End felt not so much like reading a play but rather an elegiac, hopeful, fantastical and realistic tome of life itself - the mundane, the profound and everything in between. Exchanges, particularly in the second and third scenes (but in the whole play really), punch you in the gut with their directness, heartbreak and compassion. Read this!
Swelling with pathos, passion, and its own form of poetic justice, In the End felt not so much like reading a play but rather an elegiac, hopeful, fantastical and realistic tome of life itself - the mundane, the profound and everything in between. Exchanges, particularly in the second and third scenes (but in the whole play really), punch you in the gut with their directness, heartbreak and compassion. Read this!