Fat Pig

Rating:
Summary: A bit sentimental for LaBute...until the nihilistic close...
Review: Is our black-hearted boy growing maudlin in his old age?
Of course, there has always been the pretense of the moralist in LaBute, but with the slightly "I'm OKAY, You're OKAY" intro. here followed by this exercise in topicality - it seems as if the American Pinter has hit a rut. The only redeeming value is FAT PIG's truly "no hope" (and also accurate) denouement, which has to be read to be believed. One can't even imagine it being staged as effectively as the reader's cold-blooded turn of the final page into...nothing. Wow. If only the rest of the text were this bloodlessly dark. Likeable for these reasons, but minor.