My friend Dave Wally's
new play is not for everyone. If you pale at the idea of watching live theatre that contains partial nudity, simulated cunnilingus, bisexual dominatrix prostitues, and hand jobs played for laughs, then by all means, stay far, far away.
However, if you're a rational, open-minded adult who finds the sexual politics of the modern age curiously lacking in a sense of humor about the ridiculousness of it all, then you're in for a fun, provocative night of Los Angeles theatre.
"Everybody lies in bed" is both a terrible pun and the show's central theme -- and it's very telling that the most direct, honest character in the show is mostly seen in silly costumes. Wally sets out to find the fun in dysfunction, creating a cast of characters that identify as "straight", "gay", or "whatever". Yet even with all the bed-hopping shenanigans, often played for shock value, Wally never draws judgement or morality into play, creating bizarrely sweet empathy out of some characters who are, on the surface, not entirely likable.
It's a profane, deliciously awkward and decidedly funcomfortable show that offers some pretty unstable glass houses, but never asks us to throw stones -- instead hinting that our own hazy, transparent reflection is often looking back at us in glints and shards.
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