I remember the Worlds Fair, the Belgian waffles, that damned song, and the arches at the entries with "Peace Through Understanding" emblazoned on them as if it was a done deal. Oh, the hopes we had: that all the problems of the world could be solved with a ride through a Disney-dream exhibit and concocted snacks. Dick and Jane have their doubts, their differences, but at least they know where they are: in a corporate-driven wonderland in Queens. And we get to know their hopes and their realities in this bittersweet and spot-on play.
I remember the Worlds Fair, the Belgian waffles, that damned song, and the arches at the entries with "Peace Through Understanding" emblazoned on them as if it was a done deal. Oh, the hopes we had: that all the problems of the world could be solved with a ride through a Disney-dream exhibit and concocted snacks. Dick and Jane have their doubts, their differences, but at least they know where they are: in a corporate-driven wonderland in Queens. And we get to know their hopes and their realities in this bittersweet and spot-on play.