By Bruce Fretts
Updated March 17, 2020 at 03:04 AM EDT
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The Mercy Seat

B-
type
  • Stage

Between her roles in The Guys and this new play by Neil LaBute (In the Company of Men, Bash), Sigourney Weaver has cornered the market on post-9/11 two-handers. Here she’s miscast as a Manhattan executive whose younger, married lover (Liev Schreiber) blew off a meeting at the World Trade Center to hook up with her on the morning of the attacks. Actually, the words World Trade Center are never uttered amid the half-finished sentences and semantic loops of LaBute’s occasionally incisive, often frustrating exercise in Mametism. Weaver frequently stumbles over the stilted language, but Schreiber almost saves the show with his powerfully magnetic presence. By using the tragedy as little more than a backdrop for one of his patented battles of the sexes, however, LaBute risks reducing it to a dramatic gimmick.

The Mercy Seat

type
  • Stage
director
  • Neil LaBute

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