I was pretty excited to see FP, as I thought the topic, a thin man dating a large woman and the reactions he gets from coworkers, was, I mean is, very relevant in today's society. This is especially true in Los Angeles where I have often said that it is more acceptable for men to date kleptos, psychos or druggies than a woman with a little weight on her. How can that be? I mean, dude, she's steals, lies, sleeps with the diseased, but hey, she's skinny! People, people, please! In addition, Scott Wolf was taking the role originated by Jeremy Piven on Broadway. I thought his good looks would add a new dimension to the play particularly apt for LA (again) - is my city dysfunctional or what? I scoured the Net for reviews, but only found one of the LA staging, in the LA Times. It didn't tell me much, but I felt the subject matter was important enough for me to forgo what some snooty critic thought anyway.
When we arrived, we were confronted by the announcement that Tom would be played by Scott Wolfe's understudy, whatever his name was. I guess you can tell by the fact that I cannot recall the actor's name, I wasn't v impressed by his performance. But I'm still unsure if some of his distance and mannerisms were not as staged. Was it him? Or was it the play? I still can't tell.
After many moments contemplating the play, the performances, the sets, the costumes, the fact that Tom Kavanagh slipped me the eye, even though he was with his very short (okay, so he's tall) girlfriend. I was feeling pretty good at that point, almost willing to stand up and ask the audience (well, the male audience), if anyone there wanted a date with a fat chick; even if Tom wanted to dump that waif of a girlfriend and come where the real action was - between these cappuccino thighs? I didn't work up the nerve, even to the cutie who sat down next to me, but did sit and wonder how we, as a society got to the point where every single woman in the US spends ten minutes out of every hour of her life thinking about her body - how much she hates her shape...how she can change her shape...what she's going to eat...not going to eat...how much of it she's going to eat...is it the right combination...how many carbs are in it...does it have enough vitamins and minerals...will it totally wreck her diet...or, she should start a diet...that steak is going to go straight to her thighs...and our bellies...those crunches really don't work, do they...men only like thin women; everybody else is single and celibate...but, the average size for women in the US is a 14...which men are fucking the cows bigger than 14 and what are their phone numbers...do all of the women smaller than a 14 have a man..when will the designers start making stylish clothes for women larger than a size 8...oh, gawd, I'm a cow!
I have come to the conclusion that Neil LaBute fucked up his chance to make a big statement about our society, our judgmental nature and love. He also could have said something about lack of fashion for big-boned folk (our girl, while charming, witty and very nice - was costumed like there's no such thing as Macy's Woman or Lane Bryant; heck, most popular clothes lines have figured out that there's money to be made on womanly women) and workplace attitude towards them (men and women). He did say something about shallowness, lack of conviction and maturity. Even the bad understudy conveyed, at the very minimum, Tom's lack of ability to say how he feels (how many women are nodding their heads in agreement with this about their man or men they've known?). That's the last thing a woman of normal US proportions needs - a man who can't face up and say that he likes meat on her bones! I know that LaBute has looked at some of the baser inner thoughts usually left unsaid in his works, "The Company of Men", "The Shape of Things" & "Friends & Neighbors", but we're in a weight crisis in this country. Screw the inner monster and let's take on the public one!
In the end, I wasn't quite satisfied by Fat Pig. I went to the meal, but left hungry. But, I want to go to the restaurant again; same main, different side.
Joy puts it in perspective: http://youtube.com/watch?v=yUTJQIBI1oA