From across the room I saw the President, torchlight playing across his visage.
And the violins began, and the low rumble of the timpani.
I screamed. I ran.
An old farmhouse upstate. Snow is falling. Mountains are falling. Something is breaking apart.
You are formally invited to dinner with the 45th president of the United States.
At its sharpest, this is a dismaying vision of a future in which the super-rich will inherit the earth while liberals sit around camp fires like the dispossessed
In trying to make the darkness visible, in trying to explain Trump, the playwright herself has produced an exhaustingly prolix evening
Anne Washburn's take on the Trump presidency is messy, unfathomable but often enthralling
Liberal Americans slug it out in Anne Washburn’s sprawling play that unpicks the messy demise of democracy
Dazzling wordsmithery with only modest concrete gains
Anne Washburn’s new play is a weird and scathing odyssey into Trump’s America
The characters are precisely delineated by an excellent cast, particularly Adam James as an increasingly self-aware lawyer