“I measure every Grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes...”
And yes this show is Grief. I don’t see the point in combining one of the greatest names in American literature with a half hearted slapstick plot. This show is an opportunity missed. Its’ production is pointlessly aimed at a crowd that has just completed the novel “Scary Movie”, while the crowd who is familiar with the opening quote is left baffled. Attempts to honor any poetry are muddled at best, if not completely overshadowed by Zwick Zwicky and opium induced bumble bee conversations. That was the 1960’s - We’re 100 years off the mark here. OK, I get it... she’s a girl just like me.... blah blah blah. We don’t need to destroy the morals of an American icon to humanize them.