The ineluctable force that touches all our lives – the day-to-day, year-to-year process by which the present becomes the past, and the future bears down upon us – is the melancholy subject of “Time and the Conways,” a 1937 play by J.B. Priestley that has been given a stirring, spiffily cast revival at the Roundabout Theatre Company. Watching this moving portrait of an upper-middle-class British family grappling with the changes that time brings might be compared to looking in a mirror equipped with a time-lapse photography mechanism, so we can watch the skin sag and the lines collect by the minute.
Review: ‘Time and the Conways’ offers a graceful masterclass in time and failed dreams
The ineluctable force that touches all our lives – the day-to-day, year-to-year process by which the present becomes the past, and the future bears down upon us – is the melancholy subject of “Time and the Conways,” a 1937 play by J.B.
