It's hard to critique the script, when the production is having a hard enough time as it is -- without having to worry about that, too. The first act spends a lot of time on one note: an ecstatically, radiantly, positively giddy note. It makes the muscles in the face ache. The night I saw it a car seemed to be parked off-stage-left with the high beams left on. Gabriel Ebert is rather brilliant as the quirky gentle soul that lurks on the social fringes. Matthew James Thomas and Steven Boyer are excellent. The accents often seemed strapping and biting. There didn’t seem to be a lot of room to move around. There's a program listing for "Etiquette and period movement”. Maybe he's the culprit.
