Unsettling, hilarious, and brilliantly rendered socio-sci-fi-dark-satire with absurd elements. Paige Zubel explores masculinity, gender roles, gender identity, and the intersection between those things and violence in an extremely original and insightful way. The whole bizarre theatrical reality is established brilliantly and subtly, with nary a hint of unnecessary exposition. The contrast of Alex's urgent quest with the devolving dynamic between Beanie, Boris, and Brian creates tension and a propulsive energy. I love how this piece works as exciting, apocalyptic sci-fi as well as an extended metaphor for escaping prescribed roles with what felt like a cautiously optimistic ending.

A gripping, crazy-assed (in the best way possible), terrifying, hysterically funny portrayal of the end of the world. Three flawed men desperately to try hang on to a crazy perception of “dudeness” as the real world crumbles. Zubel’s brilliant play will keep you up all night thinking about it.

A post-apocalyptic barbecue. There's meat, too many goldfish, and a bizarre memorial ritual that involves twinkie-binging. Did I mention that all the women have become zombies? Oh, and that the all-XY cast is played by women? Don't be fooled by the threat of the undead: this irreverent testosterone tragedy sneaks in some insightful commentary under the guise of a zombie chiller. Creepy and clever.