I’d heard that Burning, the current New Group production, was graphic and intense, and yes, that was partially why I went to see it. I wasn’t familiar with most of the cast and knew nothing about why the play was intense other than the fact that it just was, and also that there was a lot of nudity.
Intense doesn’t being to describe Burning. Burning is the intertwined stories of several groups of people and what happens to them before and after they come together. There’s incest, pedophilia, rape, racism, Neo Nazis, lots of sex, prostitution, murder, and art. And that just brushes the surface.
There were numerous levels to Burning and all of them could never possibly be understood in one viewing. I’m going to try to go back before it closes, but this was the most uncomfortable (in a good way) I’ve been in a theatre in a while. If the theatre doesn’t make you uncomfortable every once in a while, what’s the point of going, right?
Hunter Foster somehow found his way into this cast and although he was good, and believable, he looked slightly lost onstage. Danny Mastrogiorgio, the only other name I recognized on the board, was great as well, and as a plus, looked less lost on stage than Foster did.
Burning is an interesting, sometimes cringe-inducing piece of work. If you can go, go.