Robin was in a combative mood. He had something to prove. He wore a short-sleeve Southwestern-style shirt, and the set was sparsely decorated, with a table full of water bottles that he would constantly gulp from. An image of one of his eyes hovered over everything. Despite the setting, Robin told the audience, “This is not going to be your normal night of the-a-tuh. This will be Shakespeare with a strap-on.” What followed was an angry, scattershot performance, uncharacteristic in its lack of focus and its absence of charity.
