As with with all that Philip writes, the play was truly brilliant and spoke to me on a visceral level.
In the packed house yesterday, a small, older woman was sitting to my right and we both let out the same, barely audible, guttural sound - - as if someone had just knocked the wind out of us - - when the main character said this line...
"You're ruining my life and all I did was love you."
That's exactly how I felt when I was with Rob and that's exactly why it's taken me so long to date anyone else.
What should have been joyous damaged me more than I knew that I could be damaged, and Philip's play spoke to that.
I only wish that I had seen the play earlier in the run so that I could see it again. And so that I could have encouraged all of you to see it.
If you ever see Phlip's name attached to a project, go see it. He's one of those people who is going to be discovered someday and then you can say you knew and loved his work before he became a theatrical sensation.
Because once his cannon of plays are read in their entirety, no one will be able to deny his genius. No one.
And no one is able to deny his fashion sense. Could you pull off a plaid suit like that? I couldn't. If I wore that suit, I'd look like a cross between a test pattern and a blood clot.
Philip is Carrie; I am Miranda.