Let's get right to the point: "Luna Gale" is the most compelling play currently running on a Portland stage. I should stop there, and urge you to use the saved time to go buy a ticket to its all-too-brief run. But I feel the need to add that I have yet to see an imperfect play by Rebecca Gilman, and I'm quite sure that is at least partially due to the fact that all three I have seen have been so meticulously staged at CoHo.
All I feel comfortable divulging of the plot is that it concerns a custody battle for an infant. Instead I shall use the reminder of this space to full-throatedly gush. It is the kind of play that is presented with such impressive precision that you notice the little things and how well they mesh with the larger things, like the incidental music. The best endorsement I can give it is that the play has stayed in my brain from lights-down, and seems to have no plans of leaving any time soon.
I will close with an impassioned plea that CoHo stage "The Glory of Living" and continue their Gilman streak. Now, go buy a ticket!