There’s nothing fresh about Beer for Breakfast, a new play by Robert Scott Sullivan concerning four guys who can’t let go of their college years. Rob Robinson’s (Nathan Bock) the stoner, somehow wiser than his pals despite his tendency to pass out; Nick’s (Tom Olori) the unemployable actor, living as if he were on a sitcom, oblivious to real life; Rob Silver’s (Ricardo Maldonado) the typical nice guy, sycophantic but ambitious and faithful; and Boomer’s (Topher Mikels) the womanizer, arrogant but maybe justifiably so (the scenes where he’s shirtless are, umm, some of the better ones). Beer for Breakfast is one big escapist fantasy, which just doesn’t seem that fantastic—these guys (and their girlfriends) conform to the worst gender myths. Ultimately, this clueless quartet has an epiphany: we live, we die, we enjoy it. But as a member of this recent crop of graduates, I was hoping for something a little less narcissistic and a little more profound. At times, the play unexpectedly (and amusingly) rings true but, like I said to my buddy afterwards over beers, stereotypes have to come from somewhere.

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