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As I was looking up past writers from the Ojai Playwrights Conference, I ran across Mathilde's play and decided to read based on the title. I am so glad that I did. What an extremely funny and heart-breaking theatrical experience! It's a work that you can see clearly on stage as you read it and, unfortunately, I'm not at all surprised that this hasn't had a production. Just like the play "teaches", plays of this magnitude by women are rarely produced and that's a real shame. This work deserves to be seen!

Quite a roller-coaster of a work! As a fan and student of the Mamet Masterclass in playwriting, I have often been confronted with the challenge this piece examines - especially the "theater must entertain, not educate." I can also see both the cis white male problem vs the everyone else problem. Sadly, the final scene shouts to the fact that women, bipoc, LGBTQ+ and more have a place in the professional theater world and the rage expressed might be a bit misplaced? All in all, this had much funny and much poignant and much Wonderful and much horrible.

This is a searingly funny, powerful, smart, violent, intelligent and brave play about gender semantics and the artistically abrasive and misogynistic world that is both our past and our present. It turns the creation of theatre on its head in one astonishing scene after another. Dratwa's work desperately needs to be produced. The only reason I can possibly think of that it wouldn't be is because the male-dominated world of theatre and film is too ashamed and too weak to confront its own sensibility. Brave, provocative and unrelentingly honest. Highly recommended.

A genuinely provocative and rage-incuding work, Dratwa manages to really effortlessly tread the line between comedy and drama in this satire about playwriting. Genuinely made me furious at the male-dominated world of acting and arts, and made me question my own place and biases. Chock full of amazing fourth-wall breaking moments.

How in god's name has this play not been produced?! So so funny and moving. I want more plays like this please.

It is so much more than what it sounds like. I don't think I've read a play before that involved using a severed penis as a microphone and a laser pointer and also had me in tears by the end.

Over the top catharsis oozing with justified rage and tongue-in-cheek self-awareness

honestly still frustrated that this play hasn't had its major debut production yet

Wow. Rarely do I read something so intensely self-scrutinizing and self-aware. Even less common is when accompanied by scathing criticisms of the misogynist theater culture and the men it creates and uplifts. Rarely have I ever read something that I felt so desperately needed to be seen by as many people as possible. There is an urgency in this play that is contagious. An incredible piece.

A furious takedown of institutional misogyny, generally, and sexists and sexual predators specifically (really, really specifically!), the play turns its many-faceted gaze also on the ways patriarchy creates complicity in white cis women. Dratwa spares almost no one, and yet the play provokes not only rage, but also uncontrollable laughter and still somehow manages to land on a rousingly optimistic note. The premise is bananas, and yet APADMWAPAHW sticks the landing and more. This play makes me hopeful for theatre and for people. I can't wait until I can see it performed somewhere.