Lauren's review
The Iceman Cometh by Eugene O'Neill
I wouldn't say it's intoxicating, but reading this play feels kind of like drinking Scotch. It's warm, funny at first, and a kind of hard that's soft and sobering (if you can image that). As The Iceman Cometh you goeth on a metaphysical journey with some outcasts in the back of a bar at the beginning of the twentieth century. It made me love unlovable men, and I think it made my dreams a little bigger. The thing about reading plays though is you have to have a good imagination; you have to really construct it. (I wish I cuold have seen it performed on Broadway with Kevin Spacey.)
