If, as Charles Mee has posited, all plays begin in mourning and devolve from there, then Maxwell Johnson has delivered a doozy of a comedy based on the death of an office worker. This is hilarious, fall-on-the-floor funny stuff, made funnier by the serious subject matter Johnson tackles (death, grief, toxic corporate culture, etc...); the laughs come from the recognizable truths and characters Johnson has created here. Smart, fast-moving, and lethal, I hope to see it staged so I can laugh my ass off. In mournful solidarity, of course.
If, as Charles Mee has posited, all plays begin in mourning and devolve from there, then Maxwell Johnson has delivered a doozy of a comedy based on the death of an office worker. This is hilarious, fall-on-the-floor funny stuff, made funnier by the serious subject matter Johnson tackles (death, grief, toxic corporate culture, etc...); the laughs come from the recognizable truths and characters Johnson has created here. Smart, fast-moving, and lethal, I hope to see it staged so I can laugh my ass off. In mournful solidarity, of course.