Billed as "an outrageous new comedy," this crass, charmless vehicle aims for contemporary farce, but plays like an episode of "How I Met Your Mother" that would be killed in the writers' room.Sometimes it's just fun to read well-written insults.
Bob Clines' direction is so mechanical that you start to watch for the actors' lips moving as they count beats while (literally, at times) tripping over one another on Robert Andrew Kovach's sterile set.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
just for fun
From a NYT theater review: