Und noch ein Slag Heap - Verriß, diesmal von Michael Sommers aus New Jersey, der unter anderem den mangelden sozialen Hintergrund der Charaktere beklagt und kaum ein gutes Haar an der Aufführung insgesamt läßt, wenn auch die Schauspieler eingermaßen gut bei ihm wegkommen. Am Ende hofft er, daß der Stückeschreiber daraus etwas für die Zukunkt lernt:

Disgruntled youth, unlucky audience

NEW YORK - A relentlessly sordid story regarding several young Brits vaguely dreaming of stardom while scrabbling around as low-rent hookers, "Slag Heap" lives up to its bleak title.
Opening yesterday at the Cherry Lane Theatre, this play by the lower-case monikered anton dudley offers nothing new on the age-old theme of good-hearted whores who vainly yearn for a better life.
Former schoolmates Dave (Vincent Kartheiser) and Ashley (Polly Lee) are homeless chums cheerfully working the public toilets and pubs in an industrial town. Slightly more ambitious than Ashley, Dave is inspired to try the glamorous London scene by Fran (Brienan Nequa Bryant), a somewhat sleeker prostitute.
Dave’s existence mildly improves for a while on the London club circuit of the rave-crazed 1990s, but the drama ends in a welter of blood among its three principal characters as the boy moans again and again, "What have you done?"
Press materials for this production claim that the play chronicles "wounded youth born from Thatcher’s politics and the aftermath of Britain’s Industrial Revolution," but the author provides very little social context for his story. In that absence, the play pointlessly rehashes many earlier works regarding soiled butterflies fatally burning their wings with heedlessly amoral behavior.

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