Enter Mr. Brown (Darien Battle). He has walked all the way up I-95 from Florida. "Every time I saw something move, I hid," he says. Of course, they toss him into that confinement box, in case he's harboring zombie cooties. Speaking of which, eventually one of them gets a bloody nose and finds the taste of blood oddly satisfying. Uh-oh.
Unfortunately, all of the above sounds more interesting than this proves to be. Not that they are a deadly dull group to hang out with, just that their interactions don't build to larger purpose. What a grand metaphor was implied by this setup, the self-devouring selfishness of the world at large replicated in miniature. But nope. Just hanging out with our neighbors.
Social Creatures was commissioned, which means it was bound to be staged, come what may. That is the opposite of the supposed Pottery Barn rule — "you broke it, you bought it." It's more like, "you bought it, so no matter how broken it is, you're stuck with it." What we get seems more like a prototype than a final product.
, Curt Columbus, Trinity Rep