Endless. Idiotic. Some of the most clichéd writing and acting I've seen in years. The naked guys look OK naked, but, contrary to the marketing, only about 1% of the show is nude. We found the simulated semi-sex (really nothing more than some naked crotch-to-crotch smooching) to be ridiculous and unintentionally slightly comic (as most simulated stage sex is).
The actors are all three lily-white, slim, and relatively smooth. None of them behave or talk like an actual human being (probably more the fault of the writer who is also the director, and, I suspect, possessing much more in the way of family funds than talent or ability). They all mistake long pauses, exaggerated facial expressions, and gesticulation for acting (all three, according to bios, seem to have much more musical theatre experience than straight plays). The entire affair is solemn, plodding, humorless, and with a surprisingly bourgeois/suburban attitude towards polyandry.
It's strictly Davenport fare - that is to say, it feels like an amateur showcase funded by the artists' families (which it may be - the producer is one "Midnight Theatricals," an anonymous organization that seems to have sprung up just to mount this thing.
Updated On: 8/24/17 at 08:48 AM