Must have gone to a different play. First, as everyone says, the method was excellent and, it was not a simple discussion at all. See it for yourself. Regarding the content: the whole point was the way "we" the audience and the world see horror and (fail to) deal with it and the way actors who then portray that horror came out damaged from the process. Clever. Thoughtful. Experimental. Could the writing have been sharper and the audience brought in even more, absolutely, but, the even without the extra strength, the writing and the method used combined was far more effective than most plays that are "staged" and often boring as a result!

Really loved it

The value of this play is what you think after you leave. In that sense, it is a success. I woke up during the night thinking about it. There are shocking elements, but that is not what woke me up. It was wondering about violence as presented in the safety of the theater and violence in real life. One point is that actors pay a price in real life for portraying violence in the theater. Another is making us think about what constitutes violence and how we react to it. Several elements in the play brought more violence into the theater than someone being shot. You will pay a price for attending, but I think you should take a chance and see it.

The premise and the idea behind this was great. Half the audience faces the other half and the cast is intermingled within the audience itself. And I appreciate the experimental aspect of it.

But god, it was sssooo boring. It was an hour and a half of the four cast members talking to each other from across the room about a play they all previously worked on together (was that even a real play they were talking about?). It was the equivalent of my film nerd friends sitting around talking about David Lynch. Their little monologues did nothing to really pull in the audience because there wasn’t even anything to talk about. They mention a few things about rapes and deaths, but the way it was presented, I could care less what was happening. I think it was mostly a failed attempt at shock value. I found myself zoning out on more than one occasion. And since I was facing the other half of the audience, I could see that many others were feeling the same way. Dude next to me was snoring really loud and had no intention of trying to hide it.

If there was anything, ANYTHING, that was interesting, I would have been beyond grateful, but the audience got nothing other than witnessing a playwrite who likes to tout his own material amongst his own material. Give us even one single beat of something engaging, powerful, quirky, and we’d be somewhat okay. What we got was something awkward, boring, and uncomfortable (halfway through, I was more concerned about running to the bathroom than I was about the rape victim).

There you go. I beg you guys not to buy tickets and this is the epitome of a “waste of time”.