Yyyyyyyeahhhhh, so this is pretty much the play version of a Norman Rockwell painting, right? I mean...terribly sentimental and conservative and folksy? Is there something more in his other plays? I should have read Skin of our Teeth, I heard there was a dinosaur.
I can't remember anything I've read where I felt an author was trying this hard not to startle his audience. This is drama for the rest home.
Two stars instead of one because fine, I'm not heartless, there were some sweet moments. But yeesh...that don't make this no bullshit. Bring back Eugene O'Neill.
Never mind: one star instead of two because the more I think about this play, the more I hate it.