Patient: Breath Me In
Legal Guardian: Playwright Rachel Lynett
Symptoms: explosion induced deafness, piano twinkling
The patient is critical. She’s hooked up to a revision machine and slowly regaining her energy. The dialogue is chat, just chit-chat. It has no purpose; it’s not inviting. One could say it’s character based awkwardness, but the main players are still mannequins. Adam’s nervousness is stilted and kills the pace. Even as a character flaw, the patient’s form is too hindered. His comments on black stereotypes are not funny and hardly worth ruminating. The patient’s subtext is juvenile with “maybes” and “kind ofs” as passive instructions for the actor. At times the commands were inverse as telling. What’s the number for the patient’s insurance?