I may have a new favorite Plumridge play.
One of my favorite plays in Richard Greenburg's THREE DAYS OF RAIN: the second act takes place 35 years prior to the events of the first, the past bringing unexpected poetic resonance to the present.
Plumridge captures the same poetry here, only between totally unrelated incidents 242 years apart that take place in the same field on a day where historically "nothing happened." It's on those globally insignificant days when seismic personal events occur.
Plumridge gives us delightful characters, surprising theatricality, and relentless joy in this...
I may have a new favorite Plumridge play.
One of my favorite plays in Richard Greenburg's THREE DAYS OF RAIN: the second act takes place 35 years prior to the events of the first, the past bringing unexpected poetic resonance to the present.
Plumridge captures the same poetry here, only between totally unrelated incidents 242 years apart that take place in the same field on a day where historically "nothing happened." It's on those globally insignificant days when seismic personal events occur.
Plumridge gives us delightful characters, surprising theatricality, and relentless joy in this bifurcated confection.