Theater for the New City presents a screwball comedy of the art market: its jargon, its people, its economics, and its overnight sensations. More…
The two-act comedy starts out in a gallery under renovation, with a charming and loquacious plumber, placing an assembly of pipes on a sculpture pedestal created by a sassy and articulate female woodworker. She embellishes this "sculpture" with a lipstick-kissed fragment of mirror and the plumber mockingly christens it "Fluidic Rapture." It is harmless fun until a wealthy, matronly trendsetter sweeps into the gallery, pronounces their assemblage a conceptual masterpiece and insists on adding it to her collection. The two construction workers are thereby catapulted into the stratosphere of the art market, assisted by the opportunistic gallery owner. The ensuing play becomes a comedy on the jargon and puffery of the art scene.
See it if You want to see a new work or support a new writer.
Don't see it if You are expecting a polished piece of theatre. This production had numerous problems with writing, direction, design, and acting.