That’s an awful thing to say! But who is the director who treats the first act like one long strip tease? Who is the writer who makes Joyce’s implausible character (out of all her pseudonyms “the whore” is the most accurate and the most polite) a laughingstock—especially in her final moments? Jason, in Sheila’s comments, answers his own question:
Has Adam Rapp gone over to the dark side of creepy he-man-woman-hater playwrights?
Has he ever!
More importantly, Red Light Winter give us some penis! Christopher Denham’s penis! Since no one else wants to objectify him, I guess it’s up to me.
Denham does have a very beautiful penis. He’s cut with a bulbous head. Really bulbous! It’s like he’s swinging around a golf ball on the end of that thing!
Unfortunately, we only get to see him partly aroused, not erect. I don’t know if that’s entirely in character, but it’s certainly part of the staging. Boring; I’m sick of seeing flaccid penises on stage!
And even at half-mast, it’s obvious that Denham has a much bigger penis than…other skinny white guys with bad facial hair….
But here’s the thing: right after Denham reveals his equipment, the play shows his character to be extremely bad in bed. Unrealistically bad—if he wasn’t erect when he got on that bed, how can he be finished already? Whatever you think of Denham’s naked body, in terms of the plot he’s being offered up for ridicule.
It isn’t like the rest of the play is charitable, either: Red Light Winter sees Denham huddled in a corner, looking ridiculous for an entire act—until it’s time to whip out his massive johnson. Similarly, the play makes Joyce look ridiculous each time she opens her mouth; it’s just different lies in different accents. At least when she’s naked she doesn’t talk.
Yes, their acting talents are wasted by Red Light Winter. But nothing can take away from their natural endowments. Denham, Joyce: shake what your mammas gave you.