If forgiveness is divine, what is the inability to forgive? Joe Pintauro's hard-nosed Snow Orchid, at the Lion, doesn't provide an answer. Instead, through the up-close-and-extremely-personal look at one severely dysfunctional family, it offers a relentless example of the absence of forgiveness.
Because of the hell into which he was thrown with thousands, Flynn conjures moments reminiscent of Dante's Inferno. There are even echoes in his lines of T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land. And what could be more understandable?