There are generous portions of shame and regret in The Humans, in which a seemingly tight-knit family celebrates Thanksgiving in their daughter’s Chinatown apartment.
I saw the play on Friday, and I won’t give away details, except to say that while every character is flawed, each is entirely likeable. I’d see a play based on any one of their lives. The dialogue is subtle and funny and realistic and the themes stay with you for a few days – my barometer of great work.
It’s going to take me a few entries to recap my long weekend in New York, and I’m glad. It’s my barometer of a great trip.
