I’ve mentioned before the silly stuff that passes for art and entertainment amongst the anti-Bush, anti-War people. Sometimes, their passions go so far that even those who believe in them can’t follow:
There was a “What is this?” expression on the faces of many in the packed house at San Francisco’s Magic Theatre when the house lights came up after curtain calls on the opening night of Sam Shepard’s “The God of Hell.” Perhaps it signaled disbelief that the play was really over after 80 intermissionless, virtually plotless “action.” Others may have wondered how such a skilled playwright could expect sophisticated audiences to buy into his heavy-handed, frequently sophomoric diatribe against the harmful domestic effects of the Bush administration’s anti-terrorist crusade.
You can read the whole thing here. A few things struck me as I read this disdainful review. (1) Shepard won a Pulitzer, which makes him another one in the ranks of loony Left prize winners. (2) Strongly felt political passions seldom make for good entertainment. (3) As you read the play’s plot, it really does sound like the worst kind of high school drama effort, so the word “sophomoric” is really apt.