Collective Rage: A Play in 5 Boops by Jen Silverman directed by Lindsay Allbaugh IN ESSENCE, A QUEER AND OCCASIONALLY HAZARDOUS EXPLORATION; DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL AND YOU READ ABOUT SHACKLETON AND HOW HE EXPLORED THE ANTARCTIC?; IMAGINE THE ANTARCTIC AS A PUSSY AND IT’S SORT OF LIKE THAT
Collective Rage: A Play in 5 Boops
Critics
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Reviews: 7
Reviews
Collective Rage does for “pussies” what Jong's Fear of Flying did for the zipless you-know-what. Because it puts so bluntly what women spent the better part of a century to reveal, though, I'm just not sure the fine folks in Pasadena are quite ready, even now, to confront this information. But if I have sold them short, they will find themselves charmed and cheered by Silverman's free-wheeling play.
One big reason the production succeeds are the performances.
In the end, however, the resolutions seem trite rather than profound.
Despite lovely performances, particularly by the marvelous Leigh and Anzoategui, and a fluid staging by Lindsay Allbaugh, Silverman's mix of rather hoary cultural clichés and low comedy stalls just at the moment it should be catching fire.
Impeccably directed with great style by Lindsay Allbaugh, Collective Rage: A Play in 5 Boops is utterly absorbing.
Collective Rage is delirious entertainment, which is also purposefully benign and fundamentally human.
Collective Rage may not end up every theatergoer's cup of tea, but for those willing to take the journey, it makes for one outrageously funny, button-pushing, scabrous, thought-provoking walk on the wild side.
Collective Rage does for “pussies” what Jong's Fear of Flying did for the zipless you-know-what. Because it puts so bluntly what women spent the better part of a century to reveal, though, I'm just not sure the fine folks in Pasadena are quite ready, even now, to confront this information. But if I have sold them short, they will find themselves charmed and cheered by Silverman's free-wheeling play.
One big reason the production succeeds are the performances.
In the end, however, the resolutions seem trite rather than profound.
Despite lovely performances, particularly by the marvelous Leigh and Anzoategui, and a fluid staging by Lindsay Allbaugh, Silverman's mix of rather hoary cultural clichés and low comedy stalls just at the moment it should be catching fire.
Impeccably directed with great style by Lindsay Allbaugh, Collective Rage: A Play in 5 Boops is utterly absorbing.
Collective Rage is delirious entertainment, which is also purposefully benign and fundamentally human.
Collective Rage may not end up every theatergoer's cup of tea, but for those willing to take the journey, it makes for one outrageously funny, button-pushing, scabrous, thought-provoking walk on the wild side.