a play worth seeing

I meet Jill to see a new play, Our New Girl. 

It premiered in London over two years ago, and is opening here at the Atlantic Theater Company in a couple of weeks.  Tonight is only the third night of previews.

The play is excellent. Two hours fly by, as the audience sits with rapt anticipation, waiting for some horrid thing to happen.  It is so engrossing I see not one person asleep.  It is a downtown play, though, so most of the audience is under 80.

A critic from Irish Theater Magazine could have been writing of tonight’s New York production when he wrote this of the London one:

Harris’ writing is razor-sharp, and in its delivery by the superb cast, the rhythm of her sentences is brisk and punchy. The tone manages to deftly shift from being genuinely disturbing, to suspensive, to humorous without ever detracting from the seriousness of the subject matter.

As we are walking out, Jill and I see both the female lead (Mary McCann) and the playwright (Nancy Harris).  We approach them and end up in a short conversation. They seem genuinely appreciative of our favorable comments.

Then, on the way to the subway, we bump into, and speak with, the handsome male lead, CJ Wilson. 

He, too, does not seem bothered by us.  I feel a little bit like a theater groupie. And yes, had CJ asked me out for coffee, I would have said yes.  But alas, he doesn’t.