We’re Afraid of Virginia Woolf at Shotgun Players, Berkeley
George and Martha need an audience to watch them tear each other apart, even if only their sober selves gazing down from a mid-century modern platform in their mid-century modern apartment. That’s the real uncomfortable truth of the play: we, innocent audience members, stare with mouths agape at infinitely creative methods of injury and find the taste it leaves in our mouths is painful and delicious.