From a distance of too many years, all I can recall of the performances is that they were professional. I don't remember
anything about the quality of the writing per se, but the feeling in general about this genre of theatre is that many
new playwrights were eager to write about gay life and now, suddenly, it was possible.
So you got this odd combination of the exploitative (because of the necessarily eye-candy casting and nudity) and the
artistic (in the subject matter) that eventually moved to Broadway in such works as Bent, which will always be
revivable while And Puppy Dog Tails and the other off-Broadway titles have slipped out of history.
