It goes from a slow, slow burn of a story to one big raging out-of-place confession of a monologue.  From this homecoming, a murder mystery unfolds as to how Bev’s husband met his end. But with all the fingers pointed towards wife, Bev, and her latest work on canvas that she entitles “Guilt” you don’t have to search too hard to know how this play is going to end.  And what do you know?  You guessed right.

One of the problems of the play is that you really don’t care for any of the people in the play.  They have no heart.  Even the fabulous Kate Mulgrew with her mellifluous voice delivers attitude and pain but just not much heart.  The various pairings of mother/son, husband/wife, and former gay lovers which could offer us wonderful, rich unique relationships just offers cliches of conflicts without bringing anything new to the table.  Perhaps you are to experience some new insight as to the burden of guilt – but, as an audience member leaving the show said, “It is all too pretentious.  I couldn’t have cared less.”