Nora Ephron was an American journalist, film director, producer, screenwriter, novelist, and blogger.
She was best known for her romantic comedies and is a triple nominee for the Academy Award for Writing Original Screenplay; for Silkwood, When Harry Met Sally... and Sleepless in Seattle. She sometimes wrote with her sister, Delia Ephron.
How sad that this travesty was Ephron's final work; had anyone else written it - and had Hanks not agreed to star in it - it would never have gotten produced. Basically there are two things (drastically) wrong with it: the story is not only inherently uninteresting, as well as being cliche-ridden (with the exception of McAlary's coverage of the Louima case, and his subsequent Pulitzer - which takes up only the final 6 pages of a 77 page play, so really too little, too late) - but Ephron inexplicably has the actors TELL the story to the audience ("this happened...and then this happened") rather than act it out, making the entire thing dramatically inert. Just awful.
While this play may not be the best work by Nora Ephron, I give her extra credit for diving deep into some things very personal. While on the surface it looks like just a play highlighting the career of popular journalist in New York during the 80's and 90's, it's really about the end of an era in journalism - including the death of the people involved. Knowing that she was dying of cancer herself as she wrote it - I couldn't help but feel the pathos in this story. The play does have her wry humor, however it does come off as more serious than a lot of her other works.
Considering I knew nothing about this man before now I found it difficult to be connected to the characters because I often had no idea what they were talking about. If I had lived during this time and worked on any paper in New York I feel like I would have been a lot more invested in what was happening. The writing was good though, and comedic, as is always the case with Ephron.