What I liked
The writing the writing the writing
What I didn't like
I didn’t get to hug him and congratulate him after.
My overall impression
This was an INTENSELY personal show… (writer ) Richard, Lucas and (director) Bruno Oliver collaborated beautifully here to lay bare warts and on the ultra intimate Broadwater’s Studio stage, a portrait of flailing humanity, all underscored by an incessant “yipping” that drills through your intestines like ringworm. This device which only further delivers you to a state of total empathy, amidst Richard Lucas‘s unrelenting story of annoyance, desolation, redemption,… The mental imagery is constant as Lucas never met an analogy he didn’t like – not to say that they are frivolous. Nothing is frivolous here. Not a moment wasted, and his inner-life explodes through his poetic prose with humor and heart. And that is the highest compliment I can give any writer.
I can see this piece going the distance.
