A truly bad play. One so obviously, unapologetically written by a man.
How so? Our leading lady Laura has the most one dimensional motive and backstory. No family. No friends (despite having literally hosted a party). Lonely. And she is adamant she fancies Danny.
Danny. Who is, in my opinion, the ick incarnate. And so any ‘connection’ the two speak of as the play unfolds is completely unbelievable to me. I cannot picture any woman in the real world who shares any of the same personality traits as Laura to actually feel the way she feels towards someone such as Danny. He’s awkward, but not in a charming way. Self destructive to the point that any hormones that may have been stirring for Laura at the start of the play will have surely dried up 10 pages in. Danny is the shining protagonist for any awkward man who doesn’t usually have much luck with women.
Danny is a troubled man who’s made mistakes, which Laura barely calls him out on and seems more than willing to ignore. He’s almost allowed to be himself, and get away with his prize, which is Laura’s unconditional affection. Which I think is a stupid message. What change is Eldridge trying to effect in the men who may resonate with Danny?
Laura on the other hand I feel sorry for. I feel like the real Laura is trying so hard to escape this play. But she’s trapped by Eldridge’s words, locking her into this situation with these feelings which, yes, could resonate with some women, but again what is the message?
Laura will simply oblige and keep saying yes. Because Eldridge has written her to. For Danny. Despite, I believe, any real world woman’s common sense. Red flags GALORE. I cheered halfway through the play when, after half a dozen if not more attempts from Laura to get Danny to kiss/fuck her, she finally questions whether it was time he left.
But of course he doesn’t. Because the biggest reveal yet is still to come. Eldridge writes this play awkwardly on purpose. The chemistry which is supposedly a given circumstance is nowhere to be found. And he almost tries to justify this lack of connection and Laura’s constant offering of herself with a reveal so cliche, so dull, so a-man-writing-a-woman that it’s laughable.
This play fails the moment you don’t believe the supposed connection between these two characters. And I don’t. This is not how attraction works. And the hidden stakes, Laura’s REAL motivation, muddies the waters even further, making this a shoddy attempt at a love story with no real reason to exist on the stage.