What a beautiful eulogy.
Time capsule.
Memoir.
Love letter.
I generally dislike plays that tell us they are plays. The stakes and my interest plummet unless the piece immediately convinces me this device is necessary. Fortunately, Williams does that and never relents. The memories are urgent, important steps on a difficult journey! The air must be cleared now!
This play is goodbye. A once-and-for-all final goodbye to the love of his life. As final as it can be. By the end, Philip, the character and author, has bid farewell to Allen's life while lovingly embracing his memory. Heartbreaking....
What a beautiful eulogy.
Time capsule.
Memoir.
Love letter.
I generally dislike plays that tell us they are plays. The stakes and my interest plummet unless the piece immediately convinces me this device is necessary. Fortunately, Williams does that and never relents. The memories are urgent, important steps on a difficult journey! The air must be cleared now!
This play is goodbye. A once-and-for-all final goodbye to the love of his life. As final as it can be. By the end, Philip, the character and author, has bid farewell to Allen's life while lovingly embracing his memory. Heartbreaking.