
It's only slightly less depressing than watching SAG-enforced open auditions.
But in the end, I get a little bit of cash, a little boost to my inner-critic-ego, and a nostalgic (is it truly in the past or just on pause?) return to theatre work.

(And no, the playwrights do not read these- just the selection committee- I'm not that mean)
"A flat and tired treatment of an unoriginal narrative, this play fails to be believable in either characterization or action."
"[The] themes fail to take shape either in character interaction or in the language/imagery of the piece. The metaphors appear but never take on meaning."
"This play appears more an exercise in dramatic theory than an expression of creative vision."
"The repetition and gestures that are the primary substance of the play appear only as attempts at avant-garde, rather than embodiment of the dramatic tension. "
"A sentimental and melodramatic story spread thin by too many dramatic questions."
"Hackneyed and derivative ex-lover scenario with tinges of detective drama a-la 'Murder She Wrote'."
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