A fairly histrionic melodrama.
Really heavy stuff. Fantastic theatricality and storytelling.
Utterly implausible. Other than that, a few good one liners. Typical of the vacuous crap passing for theatre on US stages these days.
Total crap. Far from somehow satirizing whitebread American suburbia, 70 minute plays like BLUEBERRY TOAST are in fact the thing itself – bland, derivative monoculture. Pretty typical of Yale Drama School as well. The best way to answer what this play is about: “It’s about how much money I spent on graduate school, and now I am supposed to write plays.”
Total crap packed with cliches, from the genius ghetto kid novelist who shops at Whole Foods and has a thing for health food (though still of course in debt to the mob), to the younger woman with a thing for an older skanky hippy guy, to the homeless woman who’s part of the family, to scrappy racist immigrants. An obvious attempt to write a broad comedy. Doesn’t go well.
Some fun stuff.
- 1 – Ohio/Washington – Robert Wakefield. Drug Czar. His daughter Caroline.
- 2 – Mexico – General Salazar
- 3 – Mexico – Javier & Manolo
- 4 – San Diego – Castro & Gordon
- 5 – San Diego – Helena & Carl