Masur gets a couple of bookending, reflective monologues, yet these only make the play feel more stiff and declamatory. And a late, vivid speech by Olivia Bernstone ... feels awkwardly tacked on. It’s a great shame; but history this weighty demands much more dramatic heft.
Brown’s writing, paired with Alan Strachan’s direction, does a good job of balancing levity with the seriousness of the subject. I would have preferred less of an educational feel, but others might appreciate this.