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In this style-shifting examination of patriarchy and its pleasure-palaces, Melissa Bubnic gives us a woman who gains the world by acting like a man but loses her soul in the process. Or does she? Do we admire or condemn her for daring to melt the glass ceiling? Bubnic doesn’t preach. Instead she creates a modern-day City Play, riffing off Caryl Churchill’s Serious Money, Tony Marchant’s Speculators or even David Williamson’s Sons of Cain, but claiming the field as her own.
Gender politics are interrogated intelligently and originally; bold characters are adroitly drawn; plotting arcs are sustained; and there is a strong morality at the heart of the work — just under the delicious bite of the surface satire. Bubnic has a sophisticated understanding of theatrical form, and plays with genre and gender with glee. There is energy, assuredness and sophistication aplenty in this dark comedy of brutal manners.