Watching Rob Nash morph from character to character at cell-phone speed is like watching Alexander Nemov perfect a somersault after a double flip in an Olympic floorshow. In his new solo show, Sex Farce, Nash handily embodies 14 characters and umpteen sound effects aided only by a chair and an offstage voice, but an unwieldy frame loses Nash's latest a couple of points. The play begins and ends in 2066, which does nothing but make Nash's job harder.
"...rapid exchanges of love and hate, all in monotone. "Waiter waiter waiter," an employee of Taco Taco Taco, cannot..."
June 1, 2001 Arts Review by Rob Curran