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| | They are women, hear them whine |
 | | The phrase that keeps coming up in Joanna McClelland Glass's hyper-literary "If We Are Women" is, "Well, you know Chekhov--talk, talk, talk." It comes across as an apology for the lack of action in her own play, but the crucial difference is this: Chekhov's talkiness is interesting. |
 | | She is closely followed by Hornecker, who as Polly at least gets to play the only sane person in the play, and manages to come across with a rare mix of naivete and intelligence. |
 | | Trask fumbles for quite a few lines as Rachel, but you can hardly blame her, because she has so damned many, and because Rachel, the frustrated academic who obviously became an agnostic because she decided she herself was God, is easily the most annoying character in the play. |
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