The Something-Nothing, a New Play About a Love Triangle
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The last date listed for The Something-Nothing was Thursday July 2, 2009 / 8:00pm.
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Six years ago, a 10-year-old boy accidentally shot and killed his little brother. Now, a court-appointed social worker has come for a home visit to determine if the boy should be let off parole early. With One In The Chamber, Ovation Award-nominated playwright (Dysnomia) and HBO Audience Award-winning screenwriter (The Four-Faced Liar) Marja-Lewis Ryan crafts a timely drama about family dysfunction and the effects of gun violence in America. With thematic echoes of Ordinary People and Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf?, One In The Chamber goes right to the heart of a national crisis as seen through its day-to-day impact. Learn More
Reviews & Ratings
Featured review from Amanda Mauer
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This is a tonally confused play, and I understand why after reading the playwright's bio. It was originally written as a one-act, nearly award-winning - and the first act was indeed very funny, even with a few too many literary allusions.
And then there was the second act. Not funny. Pretty depressing, actually. The characters who once looked quirky began to look shallow and nasty. It was a strange turn. Those three stars are for the first act, and the good acting (which managed to keep from one act to the next).
Sometimes a one-act is just a one-act.
Quotes & Highlights
“Fielding Edlow’s The Something-Nothing is a hilarious, biting, highly original look at a 20-something love triangle in pre-9/11 New York City. For comedy laced with a bit of snake venom, _The Something-Nothing _can’t be beat.” —stagescenela.com
From Fielding Edlow, the writer of the one-woman show Coke Free- J.A.P., is a new play about a destructive love triangle between a raging people-pleaser, Mr. sensitive ponytail man and a bossy drunk lesbian. Set in the West Village, these completely lost 27 year-old narcissists are enshrouded in a web of e-mails, poetic diatribes and gallons of Jim Beam.