"He readily admits that he has failed to inherit his father’s humility, and the play includes some odd moments of hubris, as when he lashes out at a friend at the CBC for failing to appreciate his artistic achievements. This is played for laughs. Mostly.
But “887” has a lot less “Götterdämmerung” than much of his work, and its best moments share a childlike simplicity, as when he stands just to the side of the model apartment house and watches a miniature version of his beloved father’s taxi drive away, its sign mournfully ablaze. There are many technological marvels — a signature of Mr. Lepage’s work — but they’re humanely scaled and rarely deployed for their own sake. Raw emotional force builds from the accretion of slight moments of remembrance and discovery."