by Caryl Churchill
I think this is a play that's better of being seen than read. I don't know if I liked it or not. It was something new, that was sure. The characters were an intricate mess of genders and who had sex with who and old women masturbating. I think I need to read it again sometime.
[These note were made in 1984:]. It's curious how much flatter this play seems on paper. Its politics are played up; its human emotions played down. It really took the lip-smacking enthusiasm of that fine Toronto cast I saw to make it come alive. I had once again to admire the ingenuity that created...
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