How was your experience?
Where to begin? Neil LaBute quite obviously has a hate/hate relationship with women. The two female characters in this play are so one-dimensional (one screams, the other connives - and that's about it) that it would be funny if it weren't such torture. Basically, this is the story of a rather dim-witted guy (who oddly reads Victorian writers like Poe and Hawthorne), his preening, narcissistic best friend (there is NO reason for these two guys to be friends, let alone BEST buds), and their girlfriends: Carly, a bitter, conniving co-worker of the two men, and Stephanie, a woman so thoroughly unattractive (inside and out), that it's a wonder any actress would be willing to play her. Lauren English is to be commended: she doesn't try to fix LaBute's horrific vision, but rather, allows herself to be transformed from her usual attractiveness into a greasy-haired, lumpy, bellowing harridan with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. It does make one care for poor Poe-reading Greg that he's surrounded by such awful specimens of humanity. But should an audience have to witness this humorless screed? I think not.