Drama is inherently the least realistic branch of performed literature. Movies and TV thrive on you-are-there naturalism but typically falter when they ask audiences to see more complex layerings of space, time and memory. The screen, large or small, is the place for action. The theater is the nonpareil place for inward thought outwardly expressed. Audiences can witness recollection, reverie or fantasy -- or, as surprisingly few writers have explored, outright madness.
This potential for seeing crazy moments from the crazy person's point of view is at the heart of a flawed, sentimental yet intermittently inspired comedy currently playing off-Broadway, Cave...
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