Banned and reviled, George Bernard Shaws 1893 satire about a modern Victorian girl, Vivie (Joanna Strapp), who discovers that her estranged mother, Kitty (Gillian Doyle), is a wealthy whore, was so controversial that Shaw prefaced it with a 10,000 word apology in which he excoriated his critics as hypocritical sops. Mathematician Vivie is aghast that her youthful independence, her college degree and preference for cigars over romance were funded by moms round heels. Whats bold then and now goes beyond Kittys convincing defense of her profession (shes a businesswoman, not a victim) and the intimations of incest when Vivie realizes her suitors father (Barry Saltzman), now a clergyman, was one of her mothers clients. The immorality at stake isnt carnal but capitalistic: Vivie concludes that brothel-working is fine but brothel-owning is vile. That Shaws scorching four-act play, by proxy, attacks everything from the glass ceiling to Nike shoes means its relevance has only increased in over a century. Somethings slightly off in director August Viveritos pacing as jokes that deserve guffaws score only wry smirks. In a strong ensemble, Doyle is outstanding as an alpha female coquette overloaded with pride, vulnerability and jewels; and as Vivies two would-be husbands, Jeremy Lelliott, in a callously foppish take, and Skip Pipo, with his crass, tycoonish portrayal, are hilarious while they underscore Shaws insinuation that Jane Austens well-married girls are the true prostitutes.
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