Sam Shepard was an American artist who worked as an award-winning playwright, writer and actor. His many written works are known for being frank and often absurd, as well as for having an authentic sense of the style and sensibility of the gritty modern American west. He was an actor of the stage and motion pictures; a director of stage and film; author of several books of short stories, essays, and memoirs; and a musician.
An absolutely delightful and ribald commentary on male ego and megalomania that's aged astonishingly well. Shepard's approach may seem frustratingly obtuse at times, but it all builds to an appropriate payoff that's genuinely emotional almost in spite of how heightened everything is around it. And, hey, who doesn't love Randy Newman's Sail Away?
While any actor would be very lucky to get to play Henry, no one else in this play has anything to do. Nothing is happening in this play. Shepard is just trying to show off -- spinning philosophical webs without making any actual commentary. The play is nothing but hot air, not unlike its protagonist. It's also sexist, way too long (with only enough material or ideas to support a one act at BEST), ans just sort redundant. I think it's also trying to confuse the audience so the audience will think the play is a lot deeper and smarter than it actually is.