I was so stunned by how many fucks it didn’t give that I stopped wondering if I was laughing with it or at it and wondered if my laughter transcended it.
One way to recognize first-rate playwrights is to seek moments of surprising inspiration in their more unambitious plays.
Lyle Kessler’s Orphans has got some major daddy issues.
Sure, Martin McDonagh is still pushing the envelope—but to where?