Sue
Smith’s latest play Machu
Picchu is, glibly, about “finding hope amidst the ruins” of a relationship.
Following a car accident, husband and wife Paul and Gabby must navigate their
way around the complications and learn to love each other despite their
physical barriers, and try and cling onto the shred of hope they have left as good
people to be able to lead good, fulfilling, ‘normal’ lives. Smith’s play is
about the “garden variety tragedy,” as director Geordie
Brookman writes in his director’s note – “the sort of life changing-event
that could impact any one of us at any moment.” The only trouble is, the play
isn’t terribly compelling, nor does it offer any particular insights into the
human condition or make any credible argument as to how to live a ‘good’ life
despite the setbacks, hardships, and tragedies.