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Taking place in a single all-night bash-a-thon, the performers transition seamlessly from angry confrontation to sulking isolation, sampling a heady mélange of theatrical styles encompassing commedia dell'arte, mime, a cappella singing, slapstick, and kitchen-sink melodrama. Some snatches of dialogue seem perfectly sensible, but then one or the other character will drift off into a personal reverie involving the story of Adam and Eve (with hammers standing in, appropriately, for the principals) or the myth of the Minotaur.
More than anything, Confessions is a dance of dysfunction that slyly incorporates the tools of disagreement so familiar to most couples. When irritated, Punch retreats to his hideaway to pound nails into boards, while knife-wielding Judy attacks a head of cabbage as if she's the love child of Julia Child and Anton Chigurh. And they lie to each other while wearing masks, asking each other questions and then hating the answers ("What would you do if I left?" "For how long?" "Don't say that — tell me you don't want me to go!").
Written by the two actors and director Raymond Bobgan, this is a show that every couple should see before they consult a marriage counselor. For the price of admission, it could save them hundreds.