You read it. You experience it. You smile sadly and walk out of the theatre and walk home and just halfway you burst into tears. Like so many photographs and memories that Juliany Taveras creates in DESARROLLO, this play is a call to action, helpless inaction, a grief song, a celebration, an unapologetic middle finger, a hug, and the stopping and moving of time. Stage directions as beautiful as the dialogue. It is so many diametrically opposed ideas and concepts that it can only be NYC. It can only be the Bronx. It can only be this play right now.
You read it. You experience it. You smile sadly and walk out of the theatre and walk home and just halfway you burst into tears. Like so many photographs and memories that Juliany Taveras creates in DESARROLLO, this play is a call to action, helpless inaction, a grief song, a celebration, an unapologetic middle finger, a hug, and the stopping and moving of time. Stage directions as beautiful as the dialogue. It is so many diametrically opposed ideas and concepts that it can only be NYC. It can only be the Bronx. It can only be this play right now.