Our Dear Dead Drug Lord
By Andrew Andrews
This is a great story that begins with just the right balance of interpersonal conflict and laugh-out-loud humor, adding more and more of both nearly to the end. The plot grows increasingly dark and disturbing at just the right pace, full of both strange coincidences and unexpected moments, building up to the bloody suspense of a Hitchcock thriller.
The well-cast actors do a great job portraying their characters, and the lighting and sound design far exceed the quality I expect from a production at this price, with the handsome set depicting what might just be the biggest tree house in all of North America.
The dialogue is almost exclusively in English until the climax, when it switches to mostly Spanish; this leaves those in the audience who don’t speak the language a bit in-the-dark about what’s going on, just when you most want to be in-the-know. At the end of the performance, you’re referred to a link for the translation, but visiting a web site after a show to fill in the blanks is about as much fun as having someone explain a joke to you after everyone’s finished laughing. Si comprende español then you’ll probably give this production an extra star, but I’m compelled to deduct a point for this shortcoming, which could have been avoided by projecting subtitles when we needed them most.
Andrew Andrews attended Our Dear Dead Drug Lord at McGinn/Cazale Theater WP Theater in Manhattan on Friday, September 20, 2019 @ 8:00pm to write this review.