Holly Hunter, Ben Schnetzer, and Raviv Ullman in Sticks and Bones. via

I began to believe that I no longer wished to be a theater critic about halfway through David Rabe’s Sticks and Bones, revived for reasons mysterious by Scott Elliott at the Pershing Square Signature Center. When most of the audience actually returned from the intermission—masochistically eager to subject themselves to another ninety minutes of this relentlessly pretentious twaddle rather than do the rational thing and seek out cocktails or one of those Men in Black memory-eraser devices—I...

 

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