Love for a postmodernist is harder than it is for normal people because it means relinquishing your deepest principle: that life has no meaning. For Sarah, even "meaning" has no meaning, and she finds herself having to rethink and defend an entirely different theory of poetics. As an academic debate, the postmodern question may have worn itself out a while ago (circa 1998, perhaps), but on stage, with these two actors, the question comes alive, giving the evening an odd arc. The first act ends in a (nonexplicit) erotic scene that turns the audience out into the lobby delirious with expectation. But, well, as they say, it's a tough act to follow.
The play's academic discourse is unexpectedly credible, and Sarah is appealing both before and after her awakening by Soran. I have nothing rational to say about Soran I just want to go live in his universe for a while. The cast is rounded out by a motley collection of charming eccentrics, who all, amazingly, pair up in a thoroughly unlikely ending.
Pizza runs through Saturday, December 22. It's one of the freshest, wittiest things the Purple Rose has done in a long time.
[Review published November 2007]