When I see a terrible play about angsty Caucasians who are wealthier than me, I usually walk out of it muttering one thing:
“Kill all white people.”
Healthy thoughts! And that’s why I have to avoid most off-Broadway and Broadway work.
I’ve heard good things about David Henry Hwang’s Chinglish from my friends (and Lieutenant Sulu), so I might give in and see it. After all, the play has a cast of five Chinese characters and two white guys.
So if I see it and hate it, the worst I can say is, “Kill those two white guys. And kill all Chinese people.”
Wait, that’s not any better….