It is apparently easier to be charming and literate than people think. The con artist, if that’s what he really is, in this production put on the whole thing like a glove.

He burst into the lives of Upper Middle Class families and charmed them by pulling down their guards. He had learned the details of their lives and learned the little touchpoints that made him seem deep.

Culture and class is apparently very shallow, if it can be picked up so quickly.

Paul the hero was gay, too. He seemed like a bottom, one who derives his own pleasure from subservience. He wanted to do things for the people he conned. He made Flan and Weeza dinner, and even insisted on cleaning up after.

“Such a nice boy!”

The play checked assumptions, a check like in hockey. It challenged the notion of superiority that the middle class folks had about themselves.

It also brought up the issue of what the children and the parents had to say about each other. That wasn’t really resolved, but it was interesting to bring it up.

I like Paul. I like how he turns into a ghost and floats through the walls of people’s lives.

I think that the folks who were conned should have had a better sense of humor about it. What were they really harmed, anyway? Only their self-delusions had been stolen. You’d think that Flan, being an art dealer would have appreciated the new perspective on his life.

But he didn’t.