This play is more than just common; it's downright bad. I was crying on the inside for my girl Lynn Collins. So brilliant as Rosalind in NYSF's As You Like It two summers ago, girlfriend is now saddled with a solipsistic and stupid play about a woman who falls for the doctor who performed a surgery that ended up killing her infant daughter. Courtney Baron wrote Ms. Collins' character as a shallow and mean-spirited nightmare of a woman, and she receives absolutely no sympathy from the audience. You know there's something wrong when a woman who has lost her premature baby comes out as more villain than victim. To quote an elderly gentlemen in earshot when leaving the theatre: "Just give her 300 milligrams of Motrin and she'd get over it!"
Lynn, I still love you, though. Please get someone to revive Cat on a Hot Tin Roof for you.
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Good lord, you're on a roll here with the plays this month. Sorry that you wound up walking into a stinker.
My love for Lynn Collins often leads me to the worst possible places. "The Lake House", for example.
Yes, Yes, and Yes. What a terrible play, and what a waste of three very fine actors.
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