This world premiere at Roundabout has been whizzing around in the back of my head ever since I saw it last week. I'm not sure whether to credit the play or the production for how much I loved it, but why choose? I remember thinking that in a different production (without this director or the incredibly talented William Jackson Harper) this sweet, sad, beautiful play could have been slower than a bad community theater production of Our Town. But in this production, to me, it was thrilling.
I wouldn't be surprised if this play, with its single set and cast of 4, ends up in many regional theaters, but I'm glad I didn't miss this production of it.