Saw this last night at a less-than-half-empty Tricycle. It stank, and stank bad. Written in terrible verse. It was like politics for kids.
Just recently I've been plagued by overlaughers. But last night, it went to an extreme that took it beyond all previously known boundaries of overlaughing. A couple a few rows back were laughing at almost everything, even when nothing was really happening, but seemed especially tickled by the sight of a verbally abusive man about to physically attack his cowering wife. Yes, they actually laughed at that. It just about capped off a pretty rotten evening of theatre.
The War Next Door
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