90 minutes; 2 F, 1 M, 2 Either
La Brea is the story of siblings Leah and her aspiring actor brother Steven, two Massholes trying to survive in the low-rent side of the Hollywood vortex.
Part examination of siblinghood’s queasier side, part rueful meditation on fleeting time, part Hollywood satire... Moss’s exquisite dialogue and imaginative flights more than carry you through. (The production’s rendition of the forgotten cinematic genre of “farm noir” is bizarre brilliance.) La Brea leaves its characters, and us, to ponder the difficult lesson of the swamps: How to escape fossilizing in regrets; how to imagine a future without obliterating the past.
Delightfully hilarious, certainly bizarre, and not without discomfort or darkness, it explores a rocky but loving sibling relationship (and a lot of other things too)...at the heart of La Brea is a touching, nuanced relationship between a brother and sister, which is explored and revealed both lovingly and painfully.
La Brea offers one of the best opening monologues, probably ever... Gregory Moss’s script is full of relatable quirky moments... the play is very funny.