While I obviously tend to like playwrights who are passionate about words, Jenny Schwartz tends to use her gift for imbuing her plays with interesting wordsmithing to take audiences
on an absurdist ride that is more confusing than compelling in the long run. Like the rainstorm that sets the scene for happenstance meeting of two old friends, Rosemary and Evelyn in her new play Somewhere Fun (www.curtainup.com/somewherefun.html), words just pour out of her characters
Rosemary in particular has us drowning in words. . .words. . .words. Before Schwartz finally does her in by melting her into a puddle (I'm not making this up!), she tells us about her estrangement from her son with a quartet of similes,
and hangs a simile onto an old cliche pertaining to her her relationship with Evelyn
About her"relationship with her son she says " I’m toxic, “Like a cancer. Like a curse. Like a dump. Like a swamp.”
She says she and Evelyn were once "peas in a pod. Like two front teeth, we're attached at the hip.
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