"A Corker of a new play, ï¿½Becky Shaw.ï¿½ Gina Gionfriddoï¿½s comedy of bad manners, a tangled tale of love, sex and ethics among a quartet of men and women in their 30s, is as engrossing as it is ferociously funny, like a big box of fireworks fizzing and crackling across the stage from its first moments to its last."
New York Times
"Slick and stylish, but it buckles under too much self-consciously clever dialogue and a murky message." & "Quite entertaining, at times emitting the sounds and rhythms of a sitcom. Characters don't so much speak to each other as exchange zingers and stingers, volleying the jabs back and forth like badminton birdies. Fun for a while, but it gets exhausting."
New York Daily News
"Exerts a hypnotic pull, thanks in large part to the wonderfully witty dialogue and complex characterizations."
New York Post
"The plot of Gina Gionfriddoï¿½s ï¿½Becky Shawï¿½ is inconsequential and the characters are mundane, but the talk is a blue streak verging on purple. ...it is a comedy that subsists on its sweaty dialogue alone. As so often is the case nowadays, the author has dreamed up a rather recherche basic situation and built a house of cards upon it. If we donï¿½t stir up too much wind with shaking our heads, the fallible edifice precariously holds."
"Director Peter DuBois stages the play with just the right touch of comic spin while maintaining credibility."
"Despite moments of wit and insight, it seems a rather pat and limited piece of theater."
"A sharp social comedy of articulate anger laced with large helpings of angst and ambition. The perfect nourishment for theatergoers starved for a dramatic conflagration or two. The people in Gina Gionfriddo's rambunctious play about corrosive relationships are often unaware of the effect their words have on others. It turns into a theatrically volatile evening, producing fireworks that often explode with hilarious results."
"Blithely cynical and devastatingly funny play about ... well, it's hard to say what the point of it is, exactly. But scribe's witty observations on the emotional damage inflicted by neurotic people in the name of love is such a painful pleasure that probing for deeper meaning seems stuffy, as well as pointless."
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