Toni Stone
Updated: Aug 8
My brother is the marketing director of the Unicorn Theatre. For the past several seasons, their creative has been handled by a local agency who, in the midst of the Coronavirus crisis, said they were barely hanging on and would have to pass on the upcoming season. My brother asked me if I was interested, and I said I was—this is a dream assignment that’s been on my wishlist for years. Of course, as part of the process, I have to read the plays, and so I have been. I love going to the theatre but I’ve never read a lot of plays (not unusual, I’m sure), so this has been a relatively novel experience for me. In any case, at the conclusion of reading each play, I’ve dashed off initial impressions via text to my brother. For these plays, unlike my more measured, more thoughtful book reviews, I’ll be using those slapdash messages.
So, Toni Stone? A whole lot of nothing. Lots of attitude and banter. Nobody seems to have any real dimension. Lots of caricatures and cardboard cutouts. Even Toni. Where’s the arc? What did she learn? It doesn’t feel like anything.
To which my brother replied, "You're not wrong."
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