Lungs, A twinke of the eye of eternity!
British playwright Duncan Macmillan’s Lungs is a whirlwind of a script that takes us through the hesitant, full throttle, fractured, and deeply in love relationship of a couple who embark on the perilous journey of deciding whether or not to have a child. He is an artist musician, of sorts, and she is a PhD student who in his words ‘thinks too much’. The play, indeed their very existence, bursts into being with the suggested musing, or presumption that maybe, perhaps, ok, what if we decided to have a child. Ah, wait, but is that a wise or even reasonable thing to do given who we are, where we are, and the state of the planet! Hold on, the planet? Does that mean you’re backing off? No, but just consider for a moment, or as it turns out for an hour and twenty minutes of non-stop dialogue, the implications of such a leap of faith. (Lungs is not ‘too long’, but during the show I attended a restless audience member was obviously late for another venue, and telegraphed that fact in an irritating manner for such an intimate space.) …