Where to begin?
As we are informed in Fringe preview information, this play is indeed about a straight woman and a gay man who shoot their crying infant (point-blank range, I might add) because the baby’s cries were interrupting their loud, spanky coitus. This came shortly after the same couple, backs to the audience for some unknown reason, argued about defecation, and reinforced their edginess with repartee including, “Don’t be a moron.” “Don’t be a c(*%t.”
Thus we began our loathsome 80-minute incarceration. The venue, at 1334 Main St., is constructed so that in order to exit, you would need to cross the stage. If I could have left, I would have. Captive audience, indeed. On what felt like day seven of our hostage situation, a woman sitting a few rows in front of me sort of folded in half, stared down at the floor, elbows on her knees.
In any other situation, I would have been concerned about her health. In this case, I understood it was the reasonable posture of pure agony.
I suppose if you saw it, you might say that Pulling off Procreation is a Fringe-esque meditation on celebrity and fame in a 24/7 “news” culture. You might also say, as I did via my review notes, “OH MY GOD KILL ME NOW.”
The work is presented by Homegrown Theater, who have gathered a group of well-liked, competent working actors, directors and such. This is lucky. With Buz Davis, funny Nathan Neorr, Reggie Willis and Leah Strasser in the cast, I am sure they will have a reasonable house for the rest of the run.
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