Matthew Weaver at his best will easily equal or surpass the joys and charms of John Cariani, Craig Lucas, and Wendy Wasserstein. He's one of those playwrights, one of those reasons we remember our hearts, that we even have them, why we have them, and what they're for. These tales are the endgame, no matter what personal, political, or professional diatribe or drama came before or comes after, the bliss of a kiss is the whole point. Weaver, sly dog that he is, doesn't forget to remind us that everyone's taken, and that broken hearts will dare everything to mend.
Matthew Weaver at his best will easily equal or surpass the joys and charms of John Cariani, Craig Lucas, and Wendy Wasserstein. He's one of those playwrights, one of those reasons we remember our hearts, that we even have them, why we have them, and what they're for. These tales are the endgame, no matter what personal, political, or professional diatribe or drama came before or comes after, the bliss of a kiss is the whole point. Weaver, sly dog that he is, doesn't forget to remind us that everyone's taken, and that broken hearts will dare everything to mend.