There has been talk throughout my career of allowing NYC theaters to get the Regional Theatre Tony. They've wanted it. I've always thought it was sort of a ridiculous, greedy desire.
"Dogfight" asks theatergoers to trust in three hormonal jarheads who set in motion a rite of passage for themselves on the eve of their deployment to Vietnam, scouring SF to find the ugliest woman imaginable (i.e. a "dog") to bring to a dance.
What is so important about Mr. Braff's new play, now running at off-Broadway's Second Stage Theatre in New York City, is that it questions the very essence of what it is to be human.