God of Carnage seems really to be about whether adults and children are really that different.
One kid whacks another in the face with a
stick, knocking out a couple of teeth. The parents decide to meet and from the beginning, there’s the awkward conflict of the obvious differences in parenting styles. Things quickly spiral out of control. The characters align and then realign with one another as parts of their stories unfold. The audience is given glimpses of why the characters are who they are. I all of the carnage they bring upon each other, it seems that there may
not be much of a difference between roving gangs of
kids or homes stocked with high end espresso and imported rum. To insult and question how a person raises their kids is
asking for strong responses. The script is tight and the run time felt short. The cast is very strong and they committed fully, making this an explosive passionate production.The vomiting scene was way too believable; 'Veronica' was well played as an arrogant snob; the set design was hip/cosmopolitan and haunting. Go see it!!
In the end I walked away thinking... those people were miserable. They think their intentions are good and are to be rewarded for wanting the 'right' and 'civil' process to work things out... as an example for the children. Epic fail.
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