My overall impression
What a wonderful brilliance, the question that every single one of us has always pondered, but never known: How far back do the tendrils of our romantic connections really go? The perceptiveness of this show takes on a beautifully anchored form, almost a type of romantic neurology: a cyclical progression of axons and dendrites, each scene pulsing its own electric charge right into the synaptic cleft, and then….ZAP, the moment of truth. Does love succeed or fail in this moment? Maybe success and failure are the wrong words. I think what this show communicates so poignantly is that love always and forever includes both of those things, but what is left to adjudicate those successes and failures is simply human choice. These are the choices that nine humans make. They are wrong, they are right, they are fear driven, they are compassionate. Splendid job, TU.
