Fights have been breaking out on street corners about the relative merits of Edward Albee's Seascape, currently playing at the Cleveland Play House. You are urged to get your keisters over there to find out for yourselves.
Some defend it as dramatic caviar, others scornfully denounce it as an overripe anchovy. This theatrical bone of contention concerns the interrelationships between two couples -- one human and one reptile (lizards, that is).
Albee celebrates what George Bernard Shaw referred to as "the life force" -- humankind's unconquerable compulsion to keep on evolving. With lots of Darwinian subtext and a passing nod to Noël Coward's Private Lives, it's an existential vaudeville skit, a kind of I Love Lucy for the intelligentsia. This critic affirms that even minor Albee is a refreshing break from the calcified turds that nowadays pass as major drama. Through November 28. Reviewed November 11.
