GableStage's production of Cock contains what might go down (pun intended) as the most arousing sex scene you'll see onstage all year. Except you won't actually see it. Contrary to the expectations of its saucy title, Cock is chaste as can be. Physical contact is limited to the occasional embrace of hands in this rendition, and even those moments seem to defy the strict orders of UK playwright Mike Bartlett.
There are no props, and nobody mimes his actions. There is only one sound effect. Three of the characters don't even have names. The set is a purely abstract space, hardly reflective of the kitchens, living rooms, bedrooms, cafés, and subway stations where the action takes place. This is theater of the mind, a play that would sound minimalist even on the radio.More »