Disaffected kids, damn entertaining show
It’s never really clear what’s going on in the minds of the three well-off teenage New Yorkers at the heart of Kenneth Lonergan’s “This Is Our Youth.” They kiss and curse and flirt, fire insults, plot schemes, smoke pot. Yet it’s hard to shrug off the feeling that what we’re seeing is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg; in this delirious adolescent fever dream, who exactly are these people?