What begins as a droll, breezy exercise becomes a magisterial meditation on art and life, truth and fiction.
We appreciate the fact that it brings a bit of fun and whimsy to what is otherwise a droll, everyday morning routine, but it also reeks of Minority Report.
The closing play, Michael Feingold's "What Happened Then," is a droll surprise that's beautifully acted, and the work immediately before it, a Chekhov tidbit called "Swan Song," is interesting enough.
This turned what would normally be a droll development process (which is why it's taken me so long to develop it for the iPad), into a really exciting one, filled with learning.
What's more, when this Billy, in a droll paean to the joys of his lucrative profession, sings that all he cares about is love, you believe him.
The men and women of "Duck Dynasty," though, are smarter than that, which is what makes this droll new A&E series a cut above the rest.
What ensues for the remainder of the piece is a droll conversation, with the woman schooling the man in the possibilities of communication; eventually, she becomes bored with his seeming ineducability, and leaves as abruptly as she arrived.
Among all this, there's a droll line about the EU vote teaching (some) Tories what it's like to be leftwing: correct but on the losing side, subject to the opinion of the obviously wrong-headed.
That's why what Buffington and Droll did next is worth knowing about.
His nickname suggests a droll wit.
