"Flays." Maybe that's what we should call them. Flays are plays that share a lot of conventions with film, sometimes so many you wonder whether or not they were originally written for the screen. If you suspect you're watching one, simply wait for the scene that takes place in a car, by a river, with several guns, or involves some other classically cinematic device that gets clunky onstage. Second-guessing authorial intent, the staunch bohemian may think of such adaptable work as insincere suck-ups to Hollywood, though most would fare better as independents. But... More >>>