A Way Full of Broads

There are enough Pulitzer Prize-winning plays that make me question the validity (or shall we say "wit") of the award, so it was with some trepidation that I went to see August: Osage County yesterday and it was uncomfortable to feel a sinking feeling during the play's long opening monologue. But after that first scene, Tracy Letts's epic family melodrama—about an expletive-spewing dysfunctional family in the middle of multiple (and multi-layered) crises in Oklahoma—kicks into high gear and doesn't let up for it's three-and-a-half hour running time. It's rife with brutal psychological conflict yet it's clever and funny, and it easily traverses narrative, character, and thematic ground that is extremely cynical and deeply sad yet unexpectedly humane. It's going to win the Tony this weekend, and I'm glad I saw it. I mean, when's the last time you heard the word "cunt" and so many "fucks" in a Broadway play? (By the way, Boston, because I'm performing for you on Sunday, I had to turn down an invitation to the Tony Awards! I suffer for you!)

At night, I had third-row Rent tickets. It's my third time seeing the show. Shut UP.

2 comments:

  1. Rent? I guess you really are gay. The straight woman in me sheds a tear at the loss of hope.

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  2. i see osage next week...

    you really should have seen 'passing strange', too...but, only so many plays, so little time.

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