Sometimes men kill, not for money or love or belief, but simply because they want to. ‘Weepie’, based on a real life murder, follows two youths as they train their bodies and their minds in preparation for a cathartic, random act of violence against a stranger. It is powerfully acted, and there were moments of real intensity, but the script is a mess, and the productions mistakes wild rantings for profound explorations of the psychotic and assumes that constant shouting equals high drama. It has interesting things to say about the homoerotic element of male violence, but these ideas are buried deep within an incoherent and rambling script. A play filled with sound and fury that ultimately signified nothing.
This review was originally published here.