Clearly, Charles Isherwood has been senile for some time now, and this little rant reinforces his need to resign (in addition to the slurry, stuttery, incomprehensible podcasts he does for the Times theater section, that is).
Now, look at Ben Brantley's review of the same production. The review that caught my eye and spurred me to buy tickets and sit, holding my breath, for nearly an hour, under a torrent of incredibly precise and sneakily vicious and brilliant language.
Mr. Isherwood, is "Drunk Enough to Say I Love You?" really the most irritating show you've seen? I mean, I assume you saw "The Little Mermaid". Hell, I assume you may have also seen "Mamma Mia!". If you can stomach three hours of sweatsuit-wearing people on skates pretending to be fish, and unironic 70's pantsuits and jazz hands, surely you can suffer through 45 minutes of politics.
Poor Mr. Isherwood, his delicate constitution is upset when he has to listen to the play being performed, and not just look at the shiny, shiny costumes. Perhaps it's time to place him on a less demanding beat. Something like reviewing children's choir concerts.