Subtlety Is Not an Option in the Beckettian Wasteland That Is ‘Gas’
The play is less pretentious and more coherent than any number of works you may have seen by writers working in this challenging vein, in which aspiration can so often outweigh inspiration.
Although Charles Cissel has had 10 plays produced at New York, he is probably best known for the actor attached to one in particular: “My Mother’s Severed Head,” a dark comedy featuring a decapitated matriarch, was presented off-Broadway by the actor Bruce Willis a couple of years ago. Mr. Cissel’s latest work, “Gas,” is now enjoying its world premiere with the backing of another screen star, Luke Wilson, and this time the premise is even bleaker, believe it or not.
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