Some old-school in-yer-face theater to remind me that theater doesn't have to stay up in the clouds. The play fits in the same shelf as stuff like LaBute and McDonagh - it's got something to say and it's going to say it in a way that feels like a gut-punch. Unfortunately, Ravenhill never quite takes the arguments anywhere. He says that you can't stay an angry young man your whole life and that connection is essential... but most of the thoughts I had about the play made me feel like I need to see it in order to see if it was something actually in the play or if it was just my mind jumping off from this starting point.

A few more thoughts on the same vein at Raging Biblioholism: http://wp.me/pGVzJ-lj ( )