Always thought Lisa D'Amour's Detroit would make a helluva good movie. Its setting, adjacent suburban backyards with mysterious plot-fueling behavior witnessed through windows (and sometimes not); its story, a series of social events, a wild camping trip that falls apart; it's catharsis, a shocking conflagration and series of revelations about neighbors and neighborhood history. It's one of the more cinematic pieces, wildly funny, with satiric teeth only enhanced by recent history. David Schwimmer and Amy Ryan, so good at Playwrights, could've gone right into a movie.
Also thought Gina Ginofriddo's Becky Shaw, with its blind date from hell, would make a good film.
Both were Pulitzer finalists, both among the funnier plays in the last 15 years. |
