An interesting yet ultimately unsatisfying play. The copy I read is actually my wife’s, which she obtained as part of an English class in college. She remembers nothing about it other than that she enjoyed it. That strikes me as odd since she always hates it when movies leave questions unanswered at the end and this play leaves a lot unanswered.
It is an interesting portrait of a married couple who knows each other better than anyone else, knows each other so well and are so sick of one another that all they can use that knowledge for is to play mind games and push each others' buttons, each trying to outdo the other in an ever-expanding contest of wills. That part is interesting and well crafted, but the truth of the things they fight over are obscured and remain obscured at the end. Did George kill his parents? Did Martha molest her son? Do they even have a son? I don’t know and don’t think I’m supposed to know. Is that the point? That their relationship has lost its foundation of truth and now only rests on the charade that they built to help torment one another? If so, I guess that’s even more interesting.