I saw another play! It was… unsatisfying. A story about two hoarding brothers in 1930s Manhattan has a lot of possibility, and yet we spend more time with a pair of stereotypical Irish cops than with the eccentric hoarders. This could’ve been a kind of Grey Gardens, if it had stayed focused. Ah well–there were some good parts, especially the physical comedy bits. Here’s an excerpt of my review:
Homer spends the entire first act of the play trying to get away from Langley, although he’s bound by a promise to his father to take care of his naïve younger brother. When the tables are turned in the second act and Langley takes care of Homer, there’s an opportunity to explore what that means to each of them, but instead we’re asked, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” and are told, without subtlety, “yes.”
You can read the rest of the review at Centerstage.