What? You haven't heard of Gavin Ahearn? Does that mean he's not such an eminent pianist? Uh-uh. It means he's been enjoying favour, for the best part of the last decade, overseas.
This fascinating play is a tight character drama with a simple yet captivating plot that deals with basic human foibles in a time of rising social and religious conservatism.
Neil LaBute’s fatalistic view of the sense of futility and rage that exists among the underclasses of suburban America provides an interesting, though unsettling, night in the theatre.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.