I love getting to the final page and knowing I'm still going to be thinking about the play weeks from now. On the surface, this is a story of the judgment of a man's actions (well... his last four), but underneath, it demands questions of purpose, faith, and the very meaning and nature of art itself. Marchant's writing (per the course) is stuffed with a casual gravitas, weighing the mundane and kooky with immense stakes, and it's infectious. It's a fascinating piece of theatre I will most certainly keep my eye on.
I love getting to the final page and knowing I'm still going to be thinking about the play weeks from now. On the surface, this is a story of the judgment of a man's actions (well... his last four), but underneath, it demands questions of purpose, faith, and the very meaning and nature of art itself. Marchant's writing (per the course) is stuffed with a casual gravitas, weighing the mundane and kooky with immense stakes, and it's infectious. It's a fascinating piece of theatre I will most certainly keep my eye on.