If, after the cast had taken its bows and the house lights came up, you heard some uncouth swine from the box seats say, “What the hell was that?”, that was me, and I’m sorry if I offended you.
I’m not sorry I said it, though, because that was a crap play with a stellar cast that deserved much better material. I think it would have been much more subtle if Sam Shepard himself had come out on stage, naked save for a George W. Bush mask and an American flag wrapped around his erect penis, and proceeded to dickslap the entire front row while “The Star-Spangled Banner” played over the PA and Mr. Shepard yelled, “See? See?”
Ah, well. The Geffen’s a beautiful theater, and the tickets were free, and we had good Thai for dinner. Three out of four ain’t bad.