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October 19, 2016

Now here’s a couple who know how to grow old in style. Portraying a pair of soul mates in selfishness in Mike Bartlett’s “Love, Love, Love,” which opened on Wednesday night at the Laura Pels Theater, Amy Ryan and Richard Armitage advance from the ages of 19 to 64 with a galloping satirical wit that pulls you along, happy and appalled, through the decades. Not that Kenneth (Mr. Armitage) and Sandra (Ms. Ryan) are easy to like, much less love. True, they appear to feel something like real affection for each other. But don’t expect them to think too much about the problems of anybody else, including their own children, or to suffer those who come between them and their creature comforts. Such is the nature of two Grade-A examples of the idealists who came of age in the 1960s, those bright young things bent on ushering in a new era of peace, love, freedom and happiness. Or, to use the term most commonly applied to this now graying band of flower children, the baby boomers.

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