l-r Blair Williams, Bruce Dow, Paul Dunn (photo: Jeremy Mimnagh)
The only thing butchered in this slaughterhouse is goodwill.
by Christian Baines
Pig’s opening quarter hour subjects us to three truly reprehensible characters
As a result, we’re never given a reason to care about them or understand their self-destructive behaviours. Pig just jumps from ‘shock’ to ‘shock’, trotting out ideas that anyone even remotely aware of the BDSM scene would find tired. Car battery? Thanks American Psycho! Ripping the heart out during fisting? Sorry, it’s been done – or at least written about – before. At best, this stuff is quaint. At worst, the whole ‘BDSM as a gateway to murder’ plot shows a complete disrespect for those involved in the scene. This, I find frankly astonishing in a play performed at Buddies.
Pig plays at Buddies in Bad Times Theatre until October 6.