Imagine it again: Not just a few but a majority of those voting in 2008 were enlightened hearts and they made electoral history. But not one of them is onstage in Clybourne Park. How then is this play, as The New York Times' theatre critic claims, "ferociously smart"?
How do you rate when it comes to dramas? Does your day, if not your life, seem like a nonstop palaver? Are there never-ending to-do lists, calamities to be fixed or obstacles to be overcome? And is there any way out of this dilemma?
One of the more provocative forums of engagement is theater. We've come a long way from enforced segregation, but as Clybourne Park ruefully notes, we have yet to realize Martin Luther King's dream of a color-blind society.
Why is hate-watching the only realistic option? Because loving or even liking this expensive misfire is simply not possible. Don't let the fancy names in the cast fool you: "Hemingway and Gellhorn" is a stupid, stupid movie.