THE THEATER MIRROR, New England's LIVE Theater Guide
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by Beverly Creasey
You have just one more weekend to see a nifty little production of the diabolical "Bobby Gould in Hell". Giving the devil his due: David Mamet's nasty depiction of hell as endless bickering over tedious detail is funny stuff. As the saying goes, that is after all where the devil is --- in those details.
Jason Taylor and company's Theater of Relativity proves without a doubt that less is more, in clever hands. They manage with a minimum of fanfare to create a naughty netherworld where --- this IS David Mamet, of course --- there is nothing more insufferable than a righteous woman. Hell hath no fury, etc etc.
Michele Markarian gets right under your skin as the aforementioned stickler for reprentence, and Joe Garland is hilariously droll (especially when he is annoyed by Markarian) as the long ---and I do mean long --- suffering guy in charge.
Giorgio della Terza is supremely Mametian, complete with cigar and minimalist hauteur, as the callous Bobby of the title, and Larry Loveridge once again corners the funnybone market as the Big Guy's unctuous assistant. Taylor eschews the trademark Mamet machine-delivery in favor of a gritty, relentless, close-to-the-vest feel to the Theater of Relativity's hell ... and it works like gangbusters.