When theater companies ask me to come to their shows in the hope that I'll blog about them with high praise or a sense of detached observation (all publicity is good publicity, after all), the first thing I'll do is check to make sure that (1) the production in question is not Shakespeare (if I had to choose between Troilus and Cressida and death, I would choose death—seriously) and (2) the production features hot guys (visual stimulation is important at the theater—seriously).
Thus, I have just gotten back from Multiverse, a play by Rick Robinson that runs through August 19, 2007, in Los Angeles. Other living playwrights take note—the play is produced by a ragtag, Silver Lake-based, new-plays company called Lucid by Proxy, which is housed in the back room of a chiropractor's office that's been converted into a 26-seat theater.
Multiverse is one of those paranoid Orwellian tales of a sterile, mechanized future in which relationships are government-mandated and prearranged through complicated algorithms, but the story is packaged as a dark romantic comedy. In other words, it's exactly like my life.