The Lieutenant of Inishmore

Martin McDonagh is my hero.

Pretty much, yeah. It's great to see some hilarious, dark, gorey, incredible theater, and last night was no exception. I'll be honest, the show wasn't as good as The Pillowman (but really, what is? Exactly. NOTHING), and I actually think I liked the performances (and the accents) of Tisch's The Cripple of Inishmaan slightly better. Which I guess is kind of weird. But the cast was still pretty darn tootin'. And the show is definitely still great. While I've only read McDonagh's other plays (besides the two I just mentioned), I'm pretty sure there's a bit more blood and gore in Lieutenant than in, say, The Beauty Queen of Leenane. So if that one was too graphic for you, be forewarned.

The play starts out with the death of the best friend of this pretty psychotic killer guy. He basically comes back to avenge this death, and it kind of snowballs into a lot of violence and blood. So my plot summary is a little vague and I took some liberties with it (okay, a lot. That's not really the plot), but I didn't want to give anything away.

So the show's hilarious. It's definitely worth seeing, but it's not for the weak of stomach. Well, it is, because I don't want you to miss it just because you have a weak stomach, just be forewarned that you'll probably groan and have to close your eyes a bit. It's nice to see some fresh, not boring, funny, edgy theater in New York, so don't miss this one.