After watching three lavish Broadway musicals since arriving in New York City, I took my theater adventures down a notch tonight with an intimate off-Broadway production of Julia Cho's The Language Archive. Once again, I have Mei Ling to thank for scoring us free tickets! The play is a poignant and humorous show with some complex and insightful soliloquies that wax poetic about the strange intersection of love and language; there were some striking lines and moments that resonated strongly with my own encounters with romance. I also enjoyed the witty, comedic banter and introspective asides that broke the fourth wall, but it was dramatic segments that sometimes came off as spastic and exaggerated. The characters were at times overacted, and the ending, while satisfying, was rather clunky and abrupt. However, the gorgeously curated set was an eye-pleasing backdrop for the creatively staged scenes in a very cozy theater. It was a very pleasant and satisfying theater experience overall, although it's easier to be effusive with your praise when the tickets are free.
|My co-worker, who is of Georgian descent (the Central Asian country, not the Peach State), brought in traditional pastries handmade by her grandmother.|
|The beautifully designed set of The Language Archive at the Steinberg Center for Theatre.|
|Crispy, golden perkedel kentang from Lela's kitchen.|
|Ci Ayching shared some soto ayam that she made. Yummy!|