Carson Kreitzer

This rather surreal, absurdist play is merely the latest I have read in a long line of anti-scientist plays, and one in which the subject has been a frequent appearance. By turns boring and fascinating, working through a series of flashbacks and vignettes, it has a promise it never actually delivered. The characters come across more as cardboard cutouts than people, and the promise of ethical soul-searching is only touched on, and in such a way that it makes it appear that scientists as a group range the gamut of emotion from amoral to immoral, without ever touching on an ethical thought. Overall, a disappointment that still managed to have some really good moments. The traces of anti-Semitism in the writing (pointing out repeatedly that the developers of the A-bomb were mostly Jewish) leaves a bad taste in the mouth.… (meer)