THE STORY: London, 1967. Beatlemania is in full effect, the “Me” generation is in its prime, and Kenneth and Sandra have the world at their fingertips. It’s the summer of love, and that’s all they need. But what will happen when the sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll fade away and these boomers have babies of their own?
“[LOVE, LOVE, LOVE has] a galloping satirical wit that pulls you along, happy and appalled, through the decades. …Mr. Bartlett’s heat-seeking intelligence can’t help locating the telling and authentic emotional detail even within caricature. …there’s pleasure to be derived in a comedy as scrupulously and symmetrically assembled as this one is.” —The New York Times.
“…the psychocultural history mapped by LOVE, LOVE, LOVE is filled with interesting detours and switchbacks, abundant humor and a refusal (mostly) to condemn baby boomers outright. …It’s a testament to Bartlett’s clever, incisive dialogue that such selfish, limited people should steal our hearts.” —Time Out New York.
“LOVE, LOVE, LOVE is a state-of-the-nation play disguised as a family play. …it’s a scathing, occasionally sidesplitting…indictment of the baby boomer generation and the havoc it has heedlessly wrought. …[Bartlett] leavens his argument with a lot of nasty humor and is very good at showing the destruction a careless remark or action can inflict. …[Bartlett] create[s] one of the most indelibly and viciously failed families to grace the contemporary stage.” —The Guardian (US).
“…this work delivers a lacerating portrait of a terminally self-obsessed generation… [Bartlett] manages the neat trick of making us relate to his characters while not particularly liking them. It’s a testament to his gifts for incisive characterization, pungent comic dialogue and astute social commentary.” —The Hollywood Reporter.
