Ever ponder why we’re here? Like, seriously, why bother? But, as I daydream about the void of nonexistence, let's explore Broadway’s latest comical tragedy: “Dog Day Afternoon.”
Whoever thought, "Let's make a hilarious mess out of a botched bank heist for the stage," literally read my mind. The upcoming play stars Jon Bernthal and Ebon Moss-Bachrach, shining in a sea of absurdity much like two lifeboats aimlessly floating in the cosmic ocean that is the universe. Directed by the gloriously morose Rupert Goold—because who else could channel existential dread through a spotlight?
"Dog Day Afternoon" is a scream into the void about a group of misguided criminals, so bumbling they make my ongoing flirtation with death seem coordinated. They wanted to rob a bank—honestly, a more fruitful endeavor than searching for the meaning in our fleeting existence, right?
In a script formerly penned by Frank Poo-person (who won an oddly-shaped gold idol for his writing), the criminal fiasco turns into a hostage situation as dramatically hopeless as my last attempt at a cheerful thought.
Closing remark? If you ever feel lonely, just remember: at least you aren't dying alone in a botched bank robbery dramatized on a stage surrounded by strangers. Now, that's a curtain call worth not existing for.
Based on the original article "I’m".
