Praise for Jumpers: "The kind of gem that few playwrights other than Stoppard could have crafted: a freewheeling farce with a soulful, searing conscience."–
USA Today"A daredevil extravaganza with amateur acrobats in the ballroom and a huge, insistent love for humanity in its addled soul. Part murder mystery, part academic satire, part cosmic meditation on the nature of goodness, this is also an old-time English sex farce with a silly streak as deep as its embrace is wide."–
Newsday "Exuberantly surreal . . . A rare treat on Broadway: a comedy that inspires, indeed demands, intellectual engagement."–
Variety"The wordplay and absurd twists of logic are endless. There is something dazzling about the way the play veers between academic and farcical."–
New York Daily News"Stoppard's high hurdle of a comedy [is] filled with dense philosophical discussion, impossibly clever quips, deliberately bad musical numbers and one dead gymnast." –
Miami Herald"Stoppard makes mock of philosophers with the same vigor Molière showed in poking fun at doctors 350 years ago: a riot of paradox about the reality of goodness and the dangers of our technological world."–
New York Post"
Jumpers remains a major. . . piece of work by a major British playwright." –
Jacques Le Sourd, Journal News"It's Stoppard in Wonderland–a Wonderland in which his quicksilver brain is free to juggle with paradoxes and to conjure with logic in the manner of Lewis Carroll . . . An intellectual plum pudding." –
Peter Lewis, Daily Mail"The new Radical Liberal Party has made the ex-Minister of Agriculture Archbishop of Canterbury, British astronauts are scrapping with each other on the moon and sprightly academics steal about London by night indulging in murderous gymnastics: this is the kind of manic, futuristic, topsy-turvy world in which Stoppard's dazzling play is set. And if I add that the influences apparently include Wittgenstein, Magritte, the Goons, Robert Dhery, Joe Orton and
The Avengers, you will have some idea of the heady brew Stoppard has here concocted." –
Michael Billington, Guardian"Don't worry if you're not up on your Keats or Milton, or for that matter your Plato or Wittgenstein. For all the intellectual namedropping,
Jumpers . . . is ultimately less of a showoff demonstration of what Mr. Stoppard knows than a humble contemplation of what he and all humankind can never know." –
Ben Brantley, New York Times
