The Invention of Tragedy
By Andrew Andrews
There’s only one thing wrong with this play. It’s not the cast or director, as it seems that the performance is exactly what it should be. It’s not the set, which perfectly depicts the proscenium of a private school auditorium that’s been well maintained but never updated in more than fifty years. And it’s not the handsome costumes of alternating green and white habits and white flat sandals. Even the lighting and sound fit beautifully into the premise of the production, and everything is executed with the utmost professionalism to depict the complete lack of polish in the nested performance.
No, the only thing wrong with this play is the play itself: Wellman takes the monotony of the first scene waaaay too far, beating the audience into a slumber with such boring nonsense that I actually wanted to fall asleep so I could miss it. And by the time the scene changed and the dialog became just a bit less dada, it was too
Wellman can and has done better, and I direct you to Sincerity Forever, and my five-star review of
Andrew Andrews attended The Invention of Tragedy at The Flea Theater The Sam in Manhattan on Sunday, September 15, 2019 @ 4:00pm to write this review.