The story of a young gay man obsessed with finding his birth mother and the answers to questions surrounding his entire life.

After finally finding her, he has the courage to move on and have “a life beyond his wildest dreams.”

Andy Halliday’s new play at Theatre for the New City, Up the Rabbit Hole, is a tale sweetly told, autobiographical in nature and well cast (kudos to David McDermott). Evenly directed by G.R. Johnson, the play lays out the story of a young dancer, Jack Harris (winningly played by Tyler Jones). Jack has lost his way, substituting the affections of a ne’er do well hustler, Timothy (played with sexual bravado by Quinn Coughlin), for the dancing career he once had. Fortunately, Jack meets the perfect boyfriend, Robert, and his birth mother, Angela, who, it just so happens, has the perfect brother for Jack (the appealing Andrew Glaszek as Bradford) and all ends well. We’ve seen this story before (emotional pain fueling coke addiction) and we’ve seen these characters too (Jack Harris is reminiscent of McNally’s funny, obsessive Mendy in Lisbon Traviata or Buzz in Love! Valor! Compassion!). However, unlike the success of those plays and plays like Urban Folk Tales by Daniel Reitz (later the film Urbania on HBO), the obsession with the heteronormative (though not heterosexual) antagonist rings a bit false in Halliday’s work. Why so? Perhaps because in Mr. Halliday’s play, the good are so ve …Read more