that felled the second half of an otherwise witty, wry and smoothly staged play.
I bring this up now because I just experienced what would have been a captivating couple of hours at the theater, were it not for the terminal bout of S.O.S.
It makes us wonder why we bother slogging out in the rain to pay $40 to sit in an uncomfortable seat among a bunch of strangers when we could be lounging on the couch with friends in the comfort of our own homes, watching the box for free. for short) is a pervasive problem on the contemporary stage. Yet I've left the theater feeling like I've just sat through an episode of As The World Turns on enough occasions over the past few years to know that Soap Opera Syndrome (let's call it S.O.S.
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To be honest, I'm getting a bit tired of writing sentences like “The drama has the trappings of a daytime soap” and “the soap-opera-like plot of the play undermines the subtlety of its message.” If I'd wanted a career as a TV critic, I'd have gotten a job at Entertainment Weekly and decamped for Los Angeles long ago. It's a boring tic I share with other theater reviewers I'm sure many readers out there wish we would spend less time comparing plays to TV shows and more time thinking about the plays themselves. All too often, it seems, I condemn stage productions for resembling television soap operas.
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