Reservoir Dolls

An estrogen-powered retelling of Quentin Tarantino’s 1992 debut, Reservoir Dolls is still the perfect heist gone wayyyyy wrong, presented by a smart package of strong female leads. (The captive cop is still played by a guy.) Playwright (and actress) Erika Anne Soerensen keeps everything you loved about the original screenplay intact: the iconic black suits, the phallic, pseudophilosophical debate about the meaning of ’80s Madonna songs, severed ears, and constant F-bombs and C-bombs. It’s borrowed, but tight; Soerensen ties up the production in a beautifully gruesome pink package. True to Tartantino’s casting, director J.D. Lloyd has filled the show with physically diverse actresses—like Bridesmaids gone truly bad. It’s a credit to this powerful ensemble that, midway through the first act, they inhabit their characters so fully as to become genderless. In an intimate space that admits only 49 patrons, there is little room for disbelief or error, yet these Dolls hold the audience rapt for the entire 90-minute show (which includes a short intermission). Reservoir Dolls could be the world’s most entertaining Tampax ad. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

Thursdays-Saturdays, 8 p.m. Starts: May 19. Continues through June 18, 2011

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