Kicking a Dead Horse

Kicking a Dead Horse was one of the most disappointing theater experiences I have had in a long time. 

This show is like the child of two gold medal Olympic track athletes.  However, sometime during the second trimester, the child develops a heart murmur that ends up becoming a congenital heart disease along with undeveloped lungs and a bone marrow deficiency. The Gold medal olympian parents, being gold medal olympians, force their congenital heart diseased child into track anyways, and each race he runs ends in wheezing, coughing, light headedness, and a sputtering choking limp to the finish.  

Sam Shepard has written many incredible works, and the actor at the helm of the show is a Tony Award winner and Academy Award nominee.  To say I had high hopes for this show is somewhat of an understatement.  

The staging and stage concept were extremely weak, the acting was sloppy and disappointing, and the arc and writing were confusing and inconsistent.  I found it hard to discuss simply the play because the viewing process was so muddled by the production's shortcomings.  

Although only 70 minutes, I found myself drifting off, longing to join the snores that I heard behind me and in front of me.  Thank God for decorum.

However, I feel I am doing exactly what the title states:  criticizing a work that has already been lashed by critics and other patrons.  Time to stop kicking a dead horse.