There's always that point in a playwright's early/"emerging" career where they write about themselves in some way and we should all be thankful Andy did it this way and not any other, mashing together a potent, existential slurry of nerd lore, theatre magic, identity, and sizzling anticapitalism presented in a way that actually makes sense to the uninitiated. I really really hate to say something like this but I have to: these were exactly the droids I was looking for (wrong trilogy, I know).
There's always that point in a playwright's early/"emerging" career where they write about themselves in some way and we should all be thankful Andy did it this way and not any other, mashing together a potent, existential slurry of nerd lore, theatre magic, identity, and sizzling anticapitalism presented in a way that actually makes sense to the uninitiated. I really really hate to say something like this but I have to: these were exactly the droids I was looking for (wrong trilogy, I know).