Kristen Bartlett is an NYC-based
shoulder-to-cry-on and
Barefoot Contessa watcher.
God of Carnage
Too much on-stage, projectile vomit. It was like a Gallagher show, and I forgot my poncho.
People were just throwing up all over the place, and I kept shielding my eyes in case the next heave was productive.
Though the play was (at times) darkly funny, I fully believe that its success can be attributed to the caliber of the actors more than the quality of the play. Lots of show, little substance.
By the end, I was exhausted and anxious, and I just felt the whole thing was tedious.
Also, it spoiled my dinner.
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