DRIVING THE POINT HOME: It’s entirely possible I just didn’t get The Walworth Farce, part of Studio Theater’s Enda Walsh/”New Ireland” series. It’s about a violent, delusional father who forces his two sons to reenact, day in and day out, his version of the events which led them to flee Cork for London. Supposedly a comedy?

It got about half a standing ovation tonight and although all four actors are really good, I have no idea why anyone would offer more than polite applause to what struck me as an unfunny, strenuously written and obvious (“For what are we if we’re not our stories?” and quite a bit more in this vein), and often boring “edgy” play. I almost left at the intermission, and while it did improve from there, I just… would like my mortal hours back, please. I’m sorry. The actors really were good, and I suspect the direction is really good if you overlook the decision to stage this thing in the first place.