I really didn't want to read a play by Neil LaBute. I knew of his play In the Company of Men, which I understand was intended to be a black comedy about two guys who are jerks, unhappy with their bad luck with women, who try to torment a deaf co-worker. Deliberate cruelty to someone who is disabled. It apparently backfires on them, but I had heard about the play and seen excerpts from a movie version of it and it made me uncomfortable to have this mirror held up to certain aspects of male-ness, of patriarchy. I knew these things about many guys already, and even if LaBute was dead-on in his characterization of "male privilege," I just didn't want to go there. I feel a little guilty about that, actually, in the me-too moment, because he has been writing about guys for some time in brutally honest ways and we need to have these representatins to talk about these issues.
As odd as it seems, I came upon this play through a conversation with a Goodreads friend about Herman Hesse's Narcissus and Goldmund, which in part features a "beautiful" Goldmund for a time sleeping with a lot of "beautiful" women. Male predator? I don't think so, he's as much approached as approaching women, but you have to consider the source here (me: guy). Anyway, I was casting about for a play about beauty, and this one, that was nominated for and won Tony awards, is.
The play focuses on a woman whose friend overhears the woman's boyfriend talk about a new "hot" co-worker, and says of her that she is basically "ugly" in comparison. The woman drops the guy for the insult; how can they go on with her thinking he thinks she is ugly? The woman's friend is more conventionally "pretty" but suffers from being stalked by guys, being the victim of jealousy, and other problems. All four of these twenty-something folks in this play talk about beauty; they are all working class, they're young, immature, they fail to fully appreciate other qualities in the opposite sex, they are shallow and mostly unlikable, especially the guys, as is LaBute's usual approach, it seems.
But I like all the talk in this play about beauty obsession, especially among the young, maybe especially among men but among women, too, and all the damage it causes. The dialogue is crackling, fast-paced, profane, and ultimately provocative. I liked the play, and may read the other two plays in his trilogy.