When a play is described as provocative, thought-provoking, challenging, shocking and in the Dorfman auditorium you’d be forgiven for thinking that we’ve gone completely doolally taken to self-harming and revisited that steaming pile of When We Have Sufficiently Tortured Each Other.
We can now (almost) completely forgive the National for that egregious horror as it has given way to Downstate which comes from the provoking pen of Bruce Norris who previously stepped onto the Whinger podium of greatness when he delivered his brilliant Clybourne Park.
It opens with Andy (Tim Hopper) seeking some form of closure by confronting his childhood abuser, the wheelchair-bound Fred, who mimes playing Chopin at the keyboard when he’s not citing the composer as some sort of justification for abuse.
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