I've gotta say, when I first started reading Reckless, I wasn't impressed. The story bounces around in the first act and the dialogue has a lot of strange corny moments in it. From an innocent family scene, to suddenly finding out that she has a contract her, Rachel is thrown from one absurd situation to another, all while talking mindlessly and annoying me personally while I read it. Then the second act began, and this got a little different...
See, Reckless is really good. The first act is a bit of a drag and a little too ridiculous for me to take seriously, but the second act calls all of the play into question. Reckless is a play about lies, and almost every character commits themselves to some lie. Rachel and Lloyd change their names, Pooty fakes being deaf, the announcer doesn't even know how to pronounce the fake name Bophtelophti. The second act takes the camp and charm away from the first act and says, "Yeah, your life could be one big lie. All of these sappy moments could be the icing on the cake. You could just be lonely. Or mental. Or something else entirely."
By the end of the play, you're not entirely sure what is going on. Who's who and doing what they're doing exactly, which is certainly intentional. But it all plays into the absurd idea of our modern American, where lies are so easily permitted. Television, radio, even charity organizations lie regularly to everyday people, and it's often hard to distinguish what's true and what's fake. In that regard, I recommend Reckless, and I'm even making it a favorite, but I will warn you about the first act. It's a hump to get over, but the play gets really good after act two starts.