Clare Barron’s Pulitzer finalist chronicles the hard road to maturity with a refreshing lack of condescension.
By the time we’re meant to care deeply about these characters, I’d had more than enough of them.
At its most antic, this production looks less like Buried Child than Buried… with Children.
Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.
David and Cameron consider 15 promising young singers, vying for a prestigious prize.
So much doctrine; so little insight.
A character-driven, wryly humorous play gets a production often mired in sitcom glibness.