I don't think I breathed while reading this. This is brutal and unflinching. Makes you question how far we need to be pushed to become violent. Really shook up, especially by that final stage direction.

"good friday" is a violently palpitating and bombastically anxious beating heart, a finger wrapped around the trigger of a loaded gun, and an oftentimes harrowing but honest look into the dichotomy of destructiveness and solidarity of feminism. I was genuinely terrified and gripped by every moment of this play. Quite honestly one of the best plays I have ever seen.

A brilliant, unsettling, and truthful piece that draws powerful and incontrovertible connections between violence and toxic masculinity, complacency/complicity, and what happens to the rage and terror that is the result of such violence. This play is so impeccably structured, drawing you in with the fast-moving, human, and messy post-class conversation, and then completely subverting expectations and shaking up the world with the sudden introduction of physical and aural violence. The characters are vividly-rendered, dynamic, and singularly voiced. This should be a staple in college theater programs, read and unpacked by people of all genders different generations.