By Isaac Butler
Congratulations are due to the Guthrie for taking an early lead in the Worst Season In America prize, after winning it hands down last year.
The season includes.... Not one person of color or woman amongst the announced playwrights or (with the exception Mark Rylance's wife, who is codirecting with Mark Rylance a play cowritten by Mark Rylance) directors in either of the two mainstages. Four plays by Christopher Hampton, only one announced co-production with any of the Twin Cities smaller groups (Which is of course where the writer of color comes in to the season)... it's pretty much a soup to nuts disaster.
The only thing that makes it vaguely better than last season is that there are three new plays. I mean, they're not new plays that look very interesting outside of the Almost Certainly Enhanced Mark Rylance Poetry Hour Slash Vanity Project, but still, at least there are a few things that aren't already super well known to their audience.
UPDATE: A loyal Parabasis reader sent me this season saying it trumps the Guthrie's for boring awfulness. They are right, it does. I wonder... though... does the Guthrie's sucking up of public and foundation and private monies and its influence and power in the national landscape make its season thus more of a let down?