Ohboy! Taylor, Ives and Newman in their prime. This was supposed to be a Netflix delight.
On paper, as a literary vehicle, maybe. On screen it was cardboard stereotypes playing small personal melodramas. Sound quality very poor, alternately too loud and too soft, and only fully intelligible at high volume. Add to that monologues delivered way too rapidly to be understood, much less comprehended. This play would do better in a small theater with good acoustics. The movie would have done better with a smaller-than-life cast, playing down to the level of the pathetic characters instead of pumping them up into cartoons.
A half hour was enough time spent sucking this bitter pill, and back in the mail whence it came.
On paper, as a literary vehicle, maybe. On screen it was cardboard stereotypes playing small personal melodramas. Sound quality very poor, alternately too loud and too soft, and only fully intelligible at high volume. Add to that monologues delivered way too rapidly to be understood, much less comprehended. This play would do better in a small theater with good acoustics. The movie would have done better with a smaller-than-life cast, playing down to the level of the pathetic characters instead of pumping them up into cartoons.
A half hour was enough time spent sucking this bitter pill, and back in the mail whence it came.