Now let me add before I begin, we’ve got a far more thoughtful review of “My First Time” – a mish-mash, local sendup of a Web site where everyday folks weigh in, recounting their first sexual experience.
I haven’t visited the site, but on Sunday I caught the play at the Unicorn Theatre near 39th and Main. And I gotta tell you, it sucks. Not in some harmful way, it’s just boring and a waste of time and money, frankly.
Or as one of two theater critics I tried to send into battle to review the “My First Time” described it, “dreary.”
That’s right, two exceptional theater critics declined to diss it – publically that is – go figure.
For my money, somebody needs to warn what’s left of the masses, even at this late date, so I’ll take the hit.
Even the Pitch, for all its self-aggrandizing veneer of hipness, couldn’t muster the you-know-what to bash this play like it needs to be bashed. Wanna know why?
Because theater critics – and I’m pointing mostly at the Star and Pitch now since they make pretty much a full time game of reviewing local theater – have relationships. They speak with the same theater owners, the same actors and same playwrights, year in and year out. And everybody is human in this game. The critics know they’ll be back dealing with those same players a week or five later. So it takes guts to rip on someone knowing that while they’re talented and will be displaying that talent shortly perhaps, the current effort isn’t very good. Or is really bad.
As is the case with My First Time.
So the critics pussyfoot about (in the case of the Pitch) and damn it with faint praise by writing,