A terse, unsparingly intelligent and very pleasing three-hander focusing on the assumptions and accommodations that we make with ourselves and with each other in order to get along, bringing those ideas to light through the device of the differing responses to a work of modern art purchased by one of the three individuals who make up the play's dramatis personae. Reza was the playwright behind
God of Carnage; I think I like
Art more, though to an extent, comparing a play one has seen performed but not read, with another that one has read but not seen performed, is like comparing apples and oranges.