“The war correspondent heroines of the 1946 play “Love Goes to Press” have smarts and bravado and glamour. They also have an impeccable pedigree: They’re creations of Martha Gellhorn and Virginia Cowles, journalists who covered the Spanish Civil War and World War II, which gave them intense, firsthand experience of the topic.
Interestingly, “Love Goes to Press,” the latest work to be plucked out of obscurity and dusted off by the invaluable Mint Theater Company, isn’t a heavy treatise on war but an enjoyable romantic comedy, whose real skirmishes are between the sexes. With its rat-a-tat rhythms, this Jerry Ruiz-directed production evokes the screwball comedies of the era, a sort of “His Girl Friday” at the front lines.”
Rachel Saltz, New York Times
“The Mint’s staging is spot-on: an impeccably run-down Italian villa, complete with military maps, Remington field typewriters and sprinklings of plaster dust after nearby shell bursts. Here reporters Annabelle (Heidi Armbruster) and Jane (Angela Pierce) navigate the male-dominated scene as if they are two of the guys, romantically skirmishing with Joe (Rob Breckenridge), a Hemingwayesque hack with whom Annabelle shares a troubled history (indeed, Gellhorn was married to Hemingway) and Philip (Bradford Cover), the beleaguered Brit in charge of the press camp…
The play is a romp through a dark time, a piece of escapism driven by the same impulse as Hollywood’s screwball response to the Depression. Gellhorn acknowledged this right off: “This play bears no resemblance whatever, of any kind at all, to war and war correspondents,” she wrote. “It is a joke. It was intended to make people laugh.” And that’s what it did when it opened in London in 1946. Odd to find such frothy preoccupations so near the front. But if one is able to check one’s sense of reality in at the door, it’s easy to get swept up with the play’s charm.”
Eric Uhlfelder, Financial Times