So. Do y'all remember back when Your Humble Blogger was auditioning for three plays at once? No? That wasn't even three months ago! I mean. If y'all aren't going to pay attention…
Anyway, I did read all three of the plays, and I compared and contrasted them, each with the others, but I never wrote Book Reports on them. That's how far behind I am on my Book Reports.
Well, and the first of the ones I read, I'm pretty sure, was Lost in Yonkers, a late-ish Neil Simon that won awards and all, but which left me mostly meh. It's clearly a terrific part for a woman—Bella, I mean, the kindhearted ‘simple' woman who ultimately confronts the Monstrous Mother, who is also a good part. But I'm a little bored by the Monstrous Mother thing altogether at this point, and the use of developmental disability or mental illness as a drama-heightener always seems a little cheap. I mean, it can be done well, and I don't think that Mr. Simon completely screws the proverbial, but my initial reaction is cheap, and frankly there isn't anything in the play to bring it back into the win column.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.