by Kenneth Brown
Mary Arrchie Theatre Company, 2013
Markowitz’s pinpoint-precise direction and the physical torments required of actors do not allow us to look away from our own complicity in accepting such brutal excesses as the necessary price for maintaining our own ‘unit cohesion’ as a nation.
Wisely, director Jennifer Markowitz does nothing to make her Mary-Arrchie production enjoyable. Her actors endure an hour of exhausting physical drills while we watch from various uncomfortable locations. As movement theater, it’s grotesquely beautiful as a glimpse into the darkest recesses of male psychology, it’s sickening.