I read a play by Neal LaBute today: Fat Pig.
I've been avoiding LaBute, because even the positive reviews put me off.
Spoiler Alert.
It's about a young man who falls in love with a distinctly overweight young woman. His co-workers are very disapproving. So he breaks up with her, telling her that he is too weak to withstand the social pressure.
What a downer. It seemed like kind of an afternoon-special in reverse, designed to provoke.
Easy to follow,
and nicely paced,
but leaves a hollow
aftertaste.
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