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September 27, 2011

Early in “The Submission,” Jeff Talbott’s perky tale of racial pride and prejudice in the theater, a fledgling playwright praises a friend’s recently completed script. “It’s so … producible,” he says in wonder. “Four characters? One set? I mean, it could be done, you know?”

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New York Daily News
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Joe
Dziemianowicz

September 28, 2011

It takes more than a juicy setup and tangy talking points to make a great play. Obviously. But it’s easy to be reminded of that during "The Submission," a dramedy about a struggling New York writer who goes to extremes to get his play produced.

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September 27, 2011

What could be funnier? A white, middle-class playwright named Danny Larson (the professionally disarming Jonathan Groff) knows that no one’s going to read a play about the black experience written by "a white, white dude." So he submits his play, "Call a Spade," to the Humana Festival under the made-up name of "Shaleeha G’ntamobi."

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September 28, 2011

Racial stereotypes and bigotry are boldly addressed — to both uncomfortable and comedic effect — in Jeff Talbott’s The Submission, being given its world premiere by MCC Theater at the Lucille Lortel Theatre. It’s a daring piece of writing that doesn’t always succeed, but the production, directed with hard-hitting flair by Walter Bobbie and featuring exceptional performances from Jonathan Groff and Rutina Wesley, nevertheless proves to be a riveting affair.

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New York Magazine
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Scott
Brown

September 27, 2011

Jeff Talbott is a longtime actor, first-time playwright, and in his debut work, The Submission, he displays an actor’s homing instinct for the Moment of Heat and the eminently deliverable line. He also has a quartet of lusty young talents: Spring Awakening’s Jonathan Groff, True Blood’s Rutina Wesley, Eddie Kaye Thomas of American Pie fame (hugely fun onstage, and not onstage nearly enough, here or elsewhere), and Off Broadway’s newest hipster institution, that tall drink of silken tofu Will Rogers. They deliver Talbott’s punchy, pseudo-Millennial dudespeak with gusto and edge. Every word comes pre-weaponized, and director Walter Bobbie’s scene work sings. It’s all highly watchable, even when it’s vaguely ludicrous — which is, I’m sorry to say, most of the time. Because all Talbott’s missing, really, is a play.

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Backstage
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Erik
Haagensen

September 27, 2011

If you have any doubt about the magnitude of the loss we suffered when playwright Lanford Wilson died this past March, Keen Company’s heart-stopping production of his 1970 play "Lemon Sky" makes it all too abundantly clear. This unsparing yet deeply humane autobiographical drama about the wounds that families inflict in the name of love is luminous under Jonathan Silverstein’s quietly piercing direction.

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