Regarding Richard Christiansen’s list of best plays of 1997 (Arts & Entertainment, Dec. 28), I am surprised that he considers “Space” one of the best of the year.
Its whiz-bang staging cannot compensate for its flaws, non-credible characters and a morass of a plot punctuated by fumaroles of screaming, trash-talk lamentations.
A world renowned, brilliant psychiatrist and psychobiologist who is so nonplused by stories from three patients that he cannot even recount them in a prepared professional presentation is a cartoon characterization of the whole field of psychobiology. Even more ludicrous is the renowned astronomer who practices her profession by sitting in a dark room listening to the stars. Come off it, Mr. Theater Man, this barely qualifies as junk psychology or junk astronomy, even as junk food is junk food regardless how dazzling the packaging.
