Ms. Julie, Poor Little Rich Girl

When I hear of stories, fictional or otherwise, about well-healed people who lament of freedom from their "trappings" I want to scream. Is the human condition so cruel as to impose this constant dissatisfaction on us; even those so obviously blessed? It is hard to read this play all the way through, no matter when it was written, given the current conditions of places like Darfur, Afghanistan etc. and not want to spit.

The only saving grace of this play is the nuanced writing that is delicately balanced in such a way as to invoke a dance between the two main characters, otherwise it is was pretty hollow in meaning, merit and importance.