None of this cathartic compassion would be possible without Cains’ distinct and dignified writing but also the devastatingly tender performance by Patrick J. Adams,  whose veins seemed to pulse the truth of this sad troubled boy,  stripping himself literally to complete a fully vulnerable and thorough  performance. Adams (for whom the lead role was written) led us breath-bated through this tour de force as if his body were made of tissue paper or a glass vase bursting full of tacks.  Adams conveys complete clarity when portraying the labyrinthine character.

ArtsBeatLA
I would give anything to see him perform on stage, but for now I’m happy that the play is getting praise :)

None of this cathartic compassion would be possible without Cains’ distinct and dignified writing but also the devastatingly tender performance by Patrick J. Adams, whose veins seemed to pulse the truth of this sad troubled boy, stripping himself literally to complete a fully vulnerable and thorough performance. Adams (for whom the lead role was written) led us breath-bated through this tour de force as if his body were made of tissue paper or a glass vase bursting full of tacks.  Adams conveys complete clarity when portraying the labyrinthine character.

ArtsBeatLA

I would give anything to see him perform on stage, but for now I’m happy that the play is getting praise :)