Saw the matinee yesterday.
Does every Bruce Norris play eventually devolve into a the cast getting in a semi-circle and just berating each other? That seemed the case in CLYBOURNE PARK and DOMESTICATED, and that's what comprises a good chuck on the last half of THE QUALMS. It didn't entirely work for me -- I imagine Norris was going for the whole "holding up a mirror" trick, and that worked to a degree, but sometimes it just felt like people being mean for mean's sake. Still, there's also a lot of delicious and thought-provoking writing, being performed by a top-notch cast.
Jeremy Shamos didn't bother me as the straight man (quite literally). The role is written to serve a certain purpose, and Shamos carries that off well. The best performances come from Donna Lynne Champlin (she owns the stage from her first entrance), Kate Arrington (perfectly airheaded, especially in her killer monologue), and Noah Emmerich (a complete departure for those who only know him from THE AMERICANS).
Overall, it's a spry 90 minutes, and even though I have some reservations about the turns the play takes, I'd recommend it.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body