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I've just read Noel Coward's Hay Fever...again with the Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? deja vu, except there were real kids who were equally nuts as the parents, so the game was four against four.
Then I read some Snoo Wilson plays: Vampire, The Grass Widow, The Glad Hand and Sabina. I didn't get most of any of the plays. In my (highly superficial) opinion, they just seemed to involve a lot of unnatural sex and a lot of nudity. Oh, and dead people and drugs. Vampire, for example, was a hugely unfunny Gothic farce thing, it was just plain disturbing (or maybe that was the point? I don't know). And The Grass Widow, though a lot more coherent, was just weird. There was this whole "God is an alien" thing a la Scientology, plus strange gangster/drug-dealer guy who insisted that we need to "get in touch with our inner snake" or something. But there were some funny parts at least, so I'd say it was the play I enjoyed the most. There was a bit of a whodunit feel 'cause Dennis (played by AR) was acting so strangely you didn't know if he was lying about his best friend's death or not, or even if he really was the guy's best friend and it was really creepy when one of the characters, Carmen (played by Tracey Ullman), unearths a pile of bones in a chest of papers. Plus piranhas in the hot tub *LOL* reminds me of a Weird Al song.
And either it's just me, or my blog is turning into a book review column. *LOL*
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