This has to be the Lady Gaga approach to playwriting.  That was my first thought as the play ended with a white guy standing on stage,  in the middle of Germany, using the “N” word and a string of racial slurs in front of an audience that consisted mostly of German teenagers on a class field trip. I counted three black people in the room, myself included.

The cast: a beautiful white guy, a handsome black man, and a blond bombshell.

The play begins with two gentlemen competing for the affections of the lady.  The audience soon sees that the marriage between the black man and the bombshell is already shattered.  Both parties are extremely unhappy. During the course of the play the narrator, the white guy, would show a scene and then tell the audience that it may not have happened exactly that way.   You have to choose your own truth.  *Annoying*

What completely ruined the plot for me was that at some point you find out that the husband, black guy, was in cahoots with the lover to get rid of his wife.  He “traded” her to the lover to get his valuable baseball card back.  Huh? What?  Makes no sense.

The characters remain the same from beginning to end; broken.  So, the lady replaces her angry black husband with a nicer bigoted white guy.  And?  Her two brown children will suffer for it, rendering her right back to where she started – miserable.   The white guy will be a racist now “forced” to raise two black children.  Talk about making your own hell, right?  The black guy will still have mother issues and will still be angry, only with an empty house.

Unless you want to see a play that goes nowhere, I can’t recommend this.