A terrible, mean-spirited, poorly-written play.
The Shape of Things concerns Adam--a young man working his way through college as, among other things, a security guard--and Evelyn--a college student and artist intent on vandalizing a statue at Adam's museum. Catching her in the act, they discuss the pros and cons of censorship, "flirt" with one another and set up a date later in the week. That date turns into a pretty serious relationship, and over the course of that relationship, Adam changes from a nobody to a hot body, altering not only his physical appearance but his friendships and personality as well, all at Evelyn's suggestion.
But Evelyn is not all she appears to be, and a dramatic twist towards play's end devastates Adam, his friends and . . . well, little else. One of the redeeming aspects of The Shape of Things is its sense of isolation: a group of a-holes tear each other apart and nobody else seems to care. Even the dramatic reveal at the end yields little reaction from its secondary witnesses. To them, it's just another thing, in a new shape. (Vague, I know, but this play is built on that twist, and I wouldn't dare spoil the fun.)
I wouldn't fault The Shape of Things on its indifferently hostile atmosphere alone. Some of my favorite plays build fantastic worlds of menace and malevolence, populated by characters you just love to hate. But no such characters can be found in The Shape of Things. Sure, there's pretty hateful behavior, but it's not built on anything substantial. Two of our four main characters lack personality beyond one-dimension, and the two leads--Adam and Evelyn--often forego personality for lengthy monologues on the nature of art and censorship and beauty and change and whatever else LaBute has on his mind. There's nothing wrong with characters acting as mouthpieces for an author's personal philosophy, but for a piece that so clearly wants to be a character study, having worldviews so bluntly stated blunts the impact of those character developments.
Specifically, the twist itself is revealed through a monstrous monologue tasked with laying out all the deceptions set up previously in the play. It's a presentation by Evelyn explaining her process through the whole endeavor, but the presentation itself comes off less like Evelyn and more like LaBute trying to justify why such-and-such plot point makes sense and why you're wrong if you're upset. And as stated, the general audience response is tepid, treating Evelyn's monologue as another presentation, but for the characters that get upset, there's no reaction other than to shout something short then leave. No confrontation until after the presentation? Dramatically, I can understand why that's the case. But the whole reveal of the twist feels VERY manufactured. Characters leave when they're upset, but the times at which they're upset feel too coordinated, inorganic. The threads of the play show.
And that COULD be a good thing, potentially. The Shape of Things is about provocation, presented in a provocative way: there's a clear meta-commentary going on there, justifying Evelyn's/LaBute's sense of justification in the reveal. But in this reread, I just wasn't sure how intentional any of this was. The Shape of Things clearly has something to say, but some of its themes--such as the divide between small town and big city--fall a little flat, and the overall production feels like a germ of an interesting idea that Neil LaBute didn't fully follow through.
This criticism, I admit, could be based in part on my opinion of Neil LaBute. I read this play in college for an acting class, and had little problem with it then (due in part, I'm sure, to my not knowing better). But since then, I've read his other work and The Shape of Things really encapsulates all he has to say theatrically: there's not much else going on outside of it. Like David Mamet (a much better playwright in my opinion), LaBute seems interested in antagonistic language and blatant misogyny, the latter (presumably) in service of commentary on our society at large. But there's little nuance in either of those elements. The Wicker Man remake absolutely ruins all the redeeming qualities of the original while bashing on women the entire time. And Fat Pig, one of his other plays, is absolutely disgusting, both in the attitudes its characters present and in the attitude the play has towards those characters and its themes.
That, for me, is the big problem with Neil Labute and with The Shape of Things. A writer can have a different, even disgusting, point of view but still produce a well-written and compelling work. As I get older, I try to read authors that I know I disagree with because I believe that their alternate opinion, and the way that opinion alters the worlds and characters they construct, might offer some insight and nuance that were previously unknown. I might even change my mind, in some case. But Neil LaBute, to my experience, offers little underneath the surface. What he believes is what he writes, and what he writes doesn't have a lot going on to begin with. What is supposed to be "in-your-face" is just empty shock, and what is presented as "harsh reality" just feels so unnatural. I get tired reading Neil LaBute, because I feel that what he's trying for just isn't working.
Then again, maybe that has something to do with this being a reread. How would I feel if the text was fresh and I didn't know the twist beforehand? The problem is, whatever that feeling is wouldn't last. There's nothing compelling in The Shape of Things beyond the twist, and once that's known, there's nothing, really, to return to and savor, other than the sheer weirdness and wrong-headedness of it all.
But it's worth checking out, once or twice. The Shape of Things is BAD, don't get me wrong, but it's the kind of bad that's worth discussing. I come down harsh on it in this review, but I know there's merits (albeit small ones) I'm temporarily overlooking, and even more "what the hell?" moments that are worth hashing out with friends. I read an article a few months back suggesting people get together, have a few drinks, and read a play out loud. The Shape of Things wouldn't be the best candidate for this, but it certainly is a worthy contender. So check it out. Let me know what you think.