A love expressed by the head, not the heart
Playwright John Kolvenbach is manifestly a talented fellow, and he understands that romantic folly is not a phenomenon confined to teenagers. But everyone in “Mrs. Whitney’’ talks in the same rat-a-tat, hyperarticulate, hyperanalytical fashion. Call it Aaron Sorkin Syndrome. None of Kolvenbach’s characters seems able to make it through a sentence without anatomizing each irony or contradiction encountered along the way.