There’s a moment a little over halfway in “The Wonderful Out There” that serves as the perfect display to this play’s crushing brilliance. A small moment in comparison to the play’s larger ones, a character forgets the name of his dog. I won’t say why or how it happens, but it has stuck with me since first seeing those words and I don’t see it leaving me anytime soon.
The same can be said for this entire play- it redefines and reimagines what theater is all while being harrowing, genius, heartfelt, and, simply put, incredible.
There’s a moment a little over halfway in “The Wonderful Out There” that serves as the perfect display to this play’s crushing brilliance. A small moment in comparison to the play’s larger ones, a character forgets the name of his dog. I won’t say why or how it happens, but it has stuck with me since first seeing those words and I don’t see it leaving me anytime soon.
The same can be said for this entire play- it redefines and reimagines what theater is all while being harrowing, genius, heartfelt, and, simply put, incredible.
