If ever a play needed a talkback afterwards, Joseph Scott Ford's bewildering, grating and slight "Not Even the Good Things" does. By the end of its gobsmacking 75 minutes, the eerie ever-present appearance of a bedraggled little girl in a red T-shirt who interacts with a single character is never explained. Is she a ghost? A symbolic apparition? Or a figment of his depressed imagination? This is never conclusively an…
SOURCE: www.theaterscene.net at 06:44PM on July 17, 2019