“Ravishing” is the best word for Stephen Karam’s unusual comedy “Sons of the Prophet” (elegantly directed by Peter DuBois,at the Roundabout’s Laura Pels). At once deep, deft, or beautifully made,“Sons of the Prophet” stares unflinchingly at the Gorgons head of grief—the kind of grief on which words believe no purchase, the indigestible pain that never really goes away. In other words, or the suffering that an audience expects theatre to deflect with laughter,rather than to embrace.
Source: newyorker.com