Sure, Son, I’ll Be in Your Skin Flick: Thomas Bradshaw’s ‘Intimacy’ Makes Sex Neighborly
Ben BrantleyJanuary 29, 2014: The land of id is flooded with sunshine in Thomas Bradshaw’s Intimacy, the sensationally square new play that is putting the X (make that triple X) back into sex on 42nd Street. Pornography is the subject of this sui generis comedy from the New Group, which opened on Wednesday night on Theater Row. You might even say that porn is its form. But don’t expect shadows of shame or self-consciousness to linger over the suburban neighbors who populate Intimacy, directed with nary a wink or a smirk by Scott Elliott at the Acorn Theater. Sex, in its many manifestations, is considered beyond joking, remorse or censure. Mr. Bradshaw is doing his best to pre-empt the awkward responses we might normally bring to the spectator sport of watching others copulate.
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