The split screen of the debate was priceless: Trump spewing nonsense, a perpetual scowl on his face, and Harris gazing at him in wonder and amusement as he set a match to his candidacy.
As in any good Moliere play, the comic elements come first and this play is not averse to the physical and psychological silliness that makes his plays work well.
While I could have gone home happier with some truly barbarous barbs, the show still entertained and delighted, and the audience had almost as good a time as the company.
