Some old-school in-yer-face theater to remind me that theater doesn't have to stay up in the clouds. The play fits in the same shelf as stuff like LaBute and McDonagh - it's got something to say and it's going to say it in a way that feels like a gut-punch. Unfortunately, Ravenhill never quite takes the arguments anywhere. He says that you can't stay an angry young man your whole life and that connection is essential... but most of the thoughts I had about the play made me feel like I need to see it in order to see if it was something actually in the play or if it was just my mind jumping off from this starting point.A few more thoughts on the same vein at Raging Biblioholism: http://wp.me/pGVzJ-lj
