There are few playwrights dead or living that can capture the oft forgotten, but innate joy and jubilance of being alive. Or so eloquently demonstrate the vital human need to create. Mr. Martin is a goddamned wonder. Not only has he penned an incredibly relatable short comedy about the side effects of living in a society that pushes its own values and ideas of worth on its members, but it has cows. COWS! The things quarter-pounders are made of! It also has more that I will not spoil. This is a beautiful, beautiful play, and an ode to life.
There are few playwrights dead or living that can capture the oft forgotten, but innate joy and jubilance of being alive. Or so eloquently demonstrate the vital human need to create. Mr. Martin is a goddamned wonder. Not only has he penned an incredibly relatable short comedy about the side effects of living in a society that pushes its own values and ideas of worth on its members, but it has cows. COWS! The things quarter-pounders are made of! It also has more that I will not spoil. This is a beautiful, beautiful play, and an ode to life.