The humor is one-note, the character portrayal borders on offensive (despite the many pop culture nods, writer Marie Bland seems unaware of the “disabled dreamer” stereotype often criticized in modern media), and the looming threat of audience interaction does little to help. The character repeatedly asks if there are any Warner Bros. executives in the crowd — and heaven help the production if anyone from Disney shows up, given the use of music from Mulan. Earnest but painfully tone-deaf, this is echo-chamber theatre, destined to play best to those already invested in its making.
My overall impression
Despite its well-meaning, The Dangerous Book for Boys is an odorous oddity that can’t hitch a ride.