This play is a pure mindfuck. A dissection of toxic masculinity and modern-day therapy methods. I don't want to give anything away but just read this play and be amazed by Vermillion's brilliant writing.

Really wonderful in its subversion of a subject where so many could see only low-hanging fruit. Patrick plants that fruit in deep soil, waters them with un-shy exploration, bringing to bear plants with black shade *and* resonant nourishment.

Phew! What a wildly astute, sharp, and unsettling play about masculinity, violence, and radicalization. This is one of the few plays in which the characters both have these specific and compelling (albeit heightened and satirical) character arcs and truths, while also being finely drawn metaphors for huge, topical social issues and political discourse. In James, Vermillion illustrates just how close beneath the surface of real "normal" men is the capacity for hatred and violence and how that is tied to social expectations of masculinity and manhood. The ending is quite a gut punch!