At once a tip of the hat to the masters that came before and a brutal, well-deserved evisceration of Lovecraft (and his blatant racism), Schaffer’s play is biting, unsettling, and funny as shit. I love a good stoner play, but it’s rare when they evoke an actual contact high. The bizarre and unexpected events of a drug trip parallel deliciously with contemplating our small place in the cosmic horror of existence. Add artistic ambitions and legacies to the mix? Oof. Hilarious, insightful, nuanced, and again, funny as shit. Oh god this would be fun to see.

Quite the engaging and hilarious romp regarding “literary daddy issues” through the lens of cosmic horror. You don’t have to be a horror aficionado to vibe with this play - it speaks to the passionate chore of an artist trying to find their niche. This satirical commentary about the allure of a cult following to combat mainstream success is rife with some meaningful moments. There’s some fun surprises that come out of these quirky characters. While the theme isn’t too heavy, it packs a punch in a very condensed fashion.