If and when the world ends, it could never be as brilliant, hilarious, and biting as it is in this two-minute gem of a play. And it may find us doing what Stella does, fiddling (with our phones) while everything burns. In deft strokes, Steven G. Martin gives us in Stellan, Stella's sib, who in other circumstances and with a different café companion, might have a chance at awareness. We see in him a glimmer of hope too quickly extinguished by a hashtag and a dash of foam as much as by whatever falls from the skies. Outstanding work.
If and when the world ends, it could never be as brilliant, hilarious, and biting as it is in this two-minute gem of a play. And it may find us doing what Stella does, fiddling (with our phones) while everything burns. In deft strokes, Steven G. Martin gives us in Stellan, Stella's sib, who in other circumstances and with a different café companion, might have a chance at awareness. We see in him a glimmer of hope too quickly extinguished by a hashtag and a dash of foam as much as by whatever falls from the skies. Outstanding work.