| On every level, unconvincing. LOG CABIN is so academic, it's practically an essay. Harrison is an appreciably ambitious writer, but here he's so determined to engage with a glut of serious, important subjects, he's forgotten to write credible characters and situations. Instead, what's on stage is a series of abstracts, precis arguments about varieties of sexual modernism and changing cultural imperatives that amount to a sort of intellectual ventriloquism; no one's speech is their own. Everyone gets to advance a position--there are way too many of them--but it's all posturing in the service of the author's anthropological interests. From start to finish, LOG CABIN is an overstuffed contrivance; it's entirely unbelievable. |
