I see where the British paper, the Guardian, recently said this about the play:
There is something beguiling about this forlorn slice of Americana, which meditates on the distances between towns and the distances between people, like an Edward Hopper painting with dialogue.It's one of those stories where people are thrown together, locked in because of a blizzard.
With a pleasant sense of expedience,
the playwright throws in ingredients
and cranks the heat up so
that something has to blow.
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