Thy Black Wings

Life we say is a grand theatrical production. But this performance feels more like a chaotic dress rehearsal gone awry. The script is a jumble of clich s borrowing from tired tropes leaving the audience yawning. And the actors? A stumbling crew delivering lines with all the grace of a newborn giraffe on roller skates. The audience ever critical demands perfection yet contributes nothing. And so the play stumbles on performed by inept actors for an unappreciative crowd.