I think if I was a cockroach I would have got the hint by now

If you want to know what it really looks like close up when you stab someone with a great big knife and the blood goes all over the place, then go and see Bug at Barrow Street Theater.  It’s an amazing play and the acting is incredible, I have never seen anyone act an epileptic fit before.  I also found myself obsessed with Michael Shannon's shrinking penis size once the clothes came off and then again when it was covered in water.  Shannon Cochran who plays Agnes is entirely sympathetic as a lonely drunk living and working in a shithole, but it is not until the second act that her control of her role becomes apparent.  I only took one tiny leap if faith in the script – I am not entirely sure that she would have turned so very quickly against her only friend, but hey.

Towards the end of the play the ex-husband returns, prompting my question to the scientist, “Why do you think he came back?  Do you think he loves her?”  No is the only answer.  Apparently, “In his own way he does, even if it is totally fucked up, he does.  Love after all is entirely selfish” is not a logical conclusion I was told. 

Read the New York Times Review here