I will admit that I pretended I had not enjoyed this play because I wanted to agree with a cute boy.
Really, though, I liked it a lot. As always, with the plays I've read for my 21st Century Drama class, I have puzzled over how it would be produced. With this one, though, I am almost sure - it is better read than produced. If the accents can't be reproduced perfectly, if the idea of Manny mixing together scenes from New York and LA can't be clear and effective, then so much would be lost.
There were several reasons I really enjoyed this play:
-I love slice-of-life stuff. I think tiny, supposedly insignificant moments in people's lives are the most beautiful and the most interesting.
-It was important and relevant but not sad. It was so refreshing to read a play where bad things happen but it's somehow not a tragedy, where it is far from fluffy but also doesn't make me want to slit my wrists.
-It was, in a word, innovative. I've never read a play with this many characters, with this many voices, with this much authenticity.
That all having been said, I don't know if I could watch Heather Woodbury in Sybil-mode perform this for 5 hours.