The Feast Reviews

Chicago Reader - Somewhat Recommended

"...As the meal devolves into mayhem, the play begins to pluck some queasy questions from the air. In a moment of world-historical turmoil, with omnipresent dread smothering everything one might still have held on to of privileged middle-class happiness under an atmosphere of death, what if, suddenly, there were no meat? Might this be enough to induce serious thoughts of cannibalism? The last 15 minutes of this piece are wasted on a very namaste sort of answer, but while we remain inside the question, Feast is delicious."

Time Out Chicago - Recommended

"...Song's text intersperses impolite dinner conversation (topics include mice euthanasia, brain surgery and an exotic affair) with madcap break-the-fourth-wall moments, revealing the guests' eccentricities. In truth, this black comedy's premise feels a tad derivative: The playwright leans on the subtext that underneath the veneer of civilized society lies an eternal brute, rendered here with cannibalistic tendencies. Still, Wallace's ensemble delivers convincing performances of snowballing insanity as the evening unfolds, and his creative team contributes to the party's hallucinatory mood. (John "Smooch" Medina designed the psychodynamic lighting, and actor Proczko composed the eerie music.) The show would be as sharp as a steak knife if not for Song's overstretched ending, leaving you feeling full from this feast but on the verge of being bloated."

NewCity Chicago - Recommended

"...The vocabulary is well-established at the beginning. This is a play of scenic non-sequiturs and extreme collage. The diners are despicable, cold and self-righteously in their pain. They're not meant to be real people, just grotesquely painted portraits. The cast does their work: there's not a single character I liked (except audience surrogate Proczko). Watching them descend the food chain is satisfying though maybe it should lean toward "horrifying.""