A play, and writer, with zero ties to Lithuania. This may have just as easily been titled Sweden, Peru, Madagascar, Neptune. The one-act drama seems to say a lot more about the prejudices of this Englishman than anything about the one dimensional characters. He paints Lithuanians as poor, ugly alcoholics and brutish murderers. The plot is transparent, the geography makes no sense, and the dialogue is stale.
Only redeeming quality is that it’s over with in only 20 pages.