If the members of Generation Z (this reviewer included) were bearable for more than ninety minutes at a time, then Matthew Gasda’s new play Zoomers would be a knockout. But because so-called Zoomers tend to wear out their welcome before too long, the play inevitably falls away. Nevertheless, for slightly over an hour, it is a compelling, hilarious, and depressing examination of the empty stories the generation continues to tell itself.
Gasda’s path to the New York art world started, as it does for so many, with modest origins elsewhere, but a life in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania gave way to the pull New York in 2011. Hidden away in Greenwich Village cafés and Chinatown holes-in-the-wall, Gasda began turning out scripts and staging small performances at a prolific pace.
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