Title: The Poor Man's Version of David Hirson's LA BETE
Product review: WIT is the kind of earnest play that's hard to criticize because it's written in such unstimulatingly bland good taste. With all its quotations from John Donne, it's the sort of work that pleases middle-of-the-road theatre critics, wins a lot of prizes, and puts audiences fast to sleep. Stage poetry does not HAVE to be dull! One thinks of the linguistic thrill of David Hirson's miraculous LA BETE a few seasons ago, not to mention the dazzling wordplay of Moliere or Ionesco. WIT is never more than adequately written, and is of very little interest to anyone who relishes stage poetry.
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