| I saw this play yesterday, and I loved it up until the last 15 minutes. As a middle aged white guy, I found myself removed from the play at that point rather than drawn further into it, and I was distracted from what I THINK was a beautifully written, profoundly important monologue by the movement of folks tromping up to the stage and standing there, awkwardly, while the excellent Mayaa Boeteng fought a vailiant but losing battle to compel the audience’s (ok, maybe just MY) attention. I look forward to reading the text. But if I wanted to be up on stage, I would have auditioned. |
