Livin’ on a ‘Prayer’ in Iraq
There are several things that denote a mediocre production within its first few scenes — a missed cue, a monotonal voice or an actor’s sudden fall into the front row. I’ve noticed another lately: the phrase “I’m going to Iraq.”
The first few scenes of “Prayer for My Enemy,” the Longwharf Theater’s fall opener, are rapid, clean bits of bright and edgy comedy. Yes, the scenario is cliched: Two men meet at a gas station, start fighting (profanity flies like bullets), realize they are old high school friends (profanity flies again), go to a bar, etc. But that simplicity — even...
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