Wolf in the River

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From the press release:

March 10 – May 2

The Flea Theater
Wolf in the River written and directed by Adam Rapp.
In Wolf in the River, Adam Rapp explores love and neglect, the challenges of poverty, the dangerous cost of shiftlessness, the simple notion of leaving a place behind, and the value of a girl. This world premiere production will be directed by Adam Rapp and will feature The Bats, the resident acting company at The Flea.

Performances are Thursday-Monday at 7PM. Tickets are $20 – $80 with the lowest priced tickets available on a first-come, first-served basis. A limited number of VIP tickets are available at $100.

The production includes violence, nudity and sexual situations. Opening night is slated for March 21.

http://www.theflea.org/show_detail.php?page_type=0&page_id=3&show_id=171

6 Comments

  1. Interesting show, with a bit of nudity. The Man, Jack Ellis, never takes off his pants but takes off his shirt and has a nice slim muscled body. He reminded me of a young Matthew McConaughey, but is only in the show until April 4, then a woman takes over his role. Mike Swift who plays Pin runs around the audience, sitting in a big circle of chairs, with just a shirt on then humps an inflatable sex doll in the middle of the circle before putting on pants that show off his cock the rest of the show. The 4 men in the Lost Choir change into loincloths towards the end of the show, with their backs to the audience. I saw 2 of their asses. They are all sexy in different ways.

  2. Adam Rapp has given us more reasons to celebrate male nudity in New York theater than any other living playwright — or dead one, for that matter. So it would be churlish to bitch that his latest, despite abundant displays of flesh, both male & female, has just one penis in it, and only fleetingly. If you’re still determined to see it, and want the best view, sit in chair not near the entrance, but on the other side of the mound of dirt (you can’t miss it). The play is Rapp’s wildest in years — hyper-visceral — which is really saying something. It’s almost as if he’s competing with himself at this point; how many others even try to be Out There? I don’t want to say anything more about it, partly because I don’t want to spoil its many surprises, and partly because it’s still early in previews & I don’t want to jinx anybody about anything.

    nuthinbutnet: Thank you for your early report; I missed the changing-into-the-loincloths bit. Maybe we were in the same audience? Next time look for the oddest-acting gentleman in the joint — and say hello to me!

  3. Were you at first performance or second? Either way, I wouldn’t have noticed because at first performance I was fixated on a guy sitting on your side of the house, in a front row seat on the audience-right side of your refrigerator aisle. Accompanied by a gorgeous girl (of course), he had long, sandy locks, a slight tan, height over 6 feet, casual-country clothes and an open, square-jawed face that screamed William Inge. Every time a naked girl ran onstage or threatened to, I studied his face. He was so happy. And so was I, thanks to him. Did you feel that this play, in particular — and its in-your-lap, in-the-round stage space — made you get your perv on with other audience members as well as the actors? Maybe every reader of this site should start carrying a dog-eared copy of Take Me Out to every play so that we not only know to say hello to each other, but we can point out which audience member we’d most like to see IN Take Me Out.

  4. I finally saw this last night. It was incomprehensible and self-indulgent. I’d like my hour and 50 minutes back. Even though there was a bit of nudity — I don’t recommend.

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