Most of Soho Rep’s Samara left me cold, despite my admiration for the respective work of writers Richard Maxwell, Sarah Benson, and Steve Earl.
But the ingenious sound effects at the end were legitimately worth the paltry price of admission alone.
Perhaps the cheap tickets explain why no programs were handed out. For shame! I understand funds might be tight — especially given the Soho Rep’s real estate issues this year — but how about a cheaply-printed one-sheet at the very least?! C’mon, it’s tradition…
P.S. Note to self: it’s probably not a smart idea wearing glow-in-the-dark shoes to a show with a long stretch in total darkness…that’s my b.