Jagernauth's short, sharp, deep, dark comedy about a malefic mother plays upon several razors' edges - balancing, proposing, suggesting an array of styles, stagings, and interpretations - with a script that might have put Dario Fo to the test, or Peter Handke and Martin McDonagh into a sweat; perhaps its potential is congenitally more W. C. Fields, Marx Brothers, Mel Brooks, etc. No matter. However you decide to make it, 'Skin' holds onto its themes, with Jagernauth again investigating the (both literal and metaphorical) physical limitations of the body, the deconstruction, construction...
Jagernauth's short, sharp, deep, dark comedy about a malefic mother plays upon several razors' edges - balancing, proposing, suggesting an array of styles, stagings, and interpretations - with a script that might have put Dario Fo to the test, or Peter Handke and Martin McDonagh into a sweat; perhaps its potential is congenitally more W. C. Fields, Marx Brothers, Mel Brooks, etc. No matter. However you decide to make it, 'Skin' holds onto its themes, with Jagernauth again investigating the (both literal and metaphorical) physical limitations of the body, the deconstruction, construction, donning, and doffing of one shell for another.