Review: A Richly Deserved, Long-Belated Broadway Bow for Paula Vogel’s How I Learned to Drive
Time has intensified every aspect. It has allowed Vogel’s script to become even more of a marvel as it searches for compassion and humor in the most unlikely of places. It has given original director Mark Brokaw the chance to soup up an engine that he built for a small theater into a much larger one, while still retaining the horsepower. And it gives us the opportunity to realize the full breadth of talent within Parker and Morse, who are both giving career-best performances here. If you’re a believer, as I am, that all things happen when they’re supposed to, may this long-belated Broadway premiere be Vogel’s silver lining. The trip might have taken a while, but it was well worth the wait.
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