From the Burne-Jone-esque promotional photo I thought Honeyland was going to be a nostalgic, romantic, perhaps insightful musical representation of 1960's counterculture. I'm sorry to say, but this show is anything else but. The artwork promises Woodstock but alas Honeyland gives summer stock. Much like a Bohemian maxi dress, the rudderless material leaves the actors hanging in the breeze. The post Honeyland…
