Ken Preuss is a g*****n genius of a writer. He hits all the right notes in this look at how our various loves and obsessions can backfire on us, but in a smartly funny way. I had an inhumanly large grin on my face reading this play, recognizing all the references, getting all the quotes, understanding all the implications. Oh wait, I'm one of "them", aren't I? It took me over, like this play did, insidiously worming its way into my mind and changing me into a fan of Ken Preuss. What kind of monster is he, anyway?
Ken Preuss is a g*****n genius of a writer. He hits all the right notes in this look at how our various loves and obsessions can backfire on us, but in a smartly funny way. I had an inhumanly large grin on my face reading this play, recognizing all the references, getting all the quotes, understanding all the implications. Oh wait, I'm one of "them", aren't I? It took me over, like this play did, insidiously worming its way into my mind and changing me into a fan of Ken Preuss. What kind of monster is he, anyway?