This play is just beautiful. In just a few pages, Hilton builds a world, offering up a whole new *idea* that I'll be flipping over in my brain for a long time to come, and he caches this gorgeous new concept in warm, elegant, spare dialogue between two immediately and imminently lovely characters. This piece elevates the mundane, a dishtowel, an iced tea, the light across the field, to the sacred. Damn! I'm not surprised to see it's been produced in a competitive festival. But it should be produced MORE. This play is a gem.
This play is just beautiful. In just a few pages, Hilton builds a world, offering up a whole new *idea* that I'll be flipping over in my brain for a long time to come, and he caches this gorgeous new concept in warm, elegant, spare dialogue between two immediately and imminently lovely characters. This piece elevates the mundane, a dishtowel, an iced tea, the light across the field, to the sacred. Damn! I'm not surprised to see it's been produced in a competitive festival. But it should be produced MORE. This play is a gem.