Director David Jette turns in a polished production that includes Sarah Krainin’s redwood sun-deck set and Ian Garrett’s summer-sweltered lights. And while a superb cast looks like they’re having a field day — particularly the leering and insinuating Jenich — the play’s lack of social or psychological insights limits its figurative reach to a cynical contempt for its own characters.
Bill Raden – LA Weekly
Mr. Jette loves to challenge his actors (he had two of them carry out a real bathtub in Leiris/Picasso!) and his audience. He is intelligent, educated, witty, personable and has a delightful dark streak. He uses all that in his direction of this piece. He never panders to the audience, but doesn’t berate them, either. He has a gentle way of conveying the delightfully callous savagery of these young men and women that makes us not only not hate them, but actually, in some dark way, admire them. And there was more broken glass in this play than I think I have ever seen on stage before. The script by Mr. Brandman was good, very funny, very compelling and very cruel.
Geoff Hoff – LA Theatre Review
The world premiere of Miles Brandman’s play can best be compared to the drama and guilty pleasures of “Gossip Girl.” You watch with intensity and simultaneous disbelief. Nothing beats watching pretty people do bad things. The show is never stagnant, which is rare for a small cast in one setting. Director David Jette implements wonderful stage direction with smooth transitions. There is always something to watch. Whether you’re mesmerized by Pat walking around in a bikini or a hopeless fight against incest, the plot is fiercely intriguing. The four actors are all fantastic. They each play their characters with conviction and commitment to detail. Jenich perfectly portrays the mastermind of the operation. He’s always a step ahead, whether he’s scheming or just playing host.
Stephanie Forshee – Campus Circle
Milton pursues humiliation games designed to torpedo Nick, Barbara, and their uncertain relationship, while Patricia complacently observes. It’s as cruel as the games in “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” with far less justification—and without the redeeming wit. As director David Jette puts it in his program notes, “For our young deviants, guilt is not an obstacle, but the inspiration for shameful acts.” He insists it’s a love story, but that probably depends on your definition of love.
Neal Weaver – Backstage
Brimmer Street Theatre Company, Studio/Stage, 520 N. Western Ave., L.A.; Thurs.-Sat., 8 p.m.; through Dec. 18. (213) 290-2782.
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