Fat Pig.

We went to see Lucky Apple's production of Neil Labute's Fat Pig at the IFCC on Thursday night. I am friends with the two girls who make up half of the four-person cast, and I always love to see people I know performing (especially acting), so we were excited to go.

And, it was a great show. I've seen it (the play itself, not this specific production of it) referred to as a comedy, but I suppose that's subjective. I definitely laughed, and so did the rest of the audience, but there was an uncomfortable undercurrent to some of the laughter that, to me, made it very clear that the material (and the acting) was hitting the mark. It's some dark shit, but it's also very genuine. Everybody was talking amongst themselves when they walked out, and though some of them seemed to have problems with the material, they were certainly affected by it. So, mission accomplished.

It hit me somewhere, for sure. I'm left with that same feeling I get when I see a good film and it finds a way to follow me around for a few days. Parts of it are still rattling around my head. Though I have no idea what I'm thinking specifically, other than I really liked it, and I need to go out and see more legitimate thea-tuh.

I feel so cultured.