"Nerve"

Last night the Phantasmaphile and I checked out NERVE, written by this guy.

I have to say, for just about an hour, Szymkowicz manages to push a ton of buttons. I laughed my ass off. This is probably because I love it when the wrong thing is said, which is exactly what happens in this play, over and over again. Whenever there is a pause, you can be certain that the precisely incorrect words will escape an actor's lips, turning the knife and bring forth a laugh of acknowledgment. And, um, pain.

Don't think massive, crippling insecurity is funny? Check out Nerve, and you might figure out how funny it can be. The message is clear in this microcosm of a screwed up New York romance: there is someone for everyone. And I mean...everyone.

The production is top notch and so are both of the actors, who are able to magically turn their almost dangerous issues into charming foibles.

Props to Adam, a gentleman and a scholar of all things terrible. I can see why they let you into that school of yours.