Auch die Kritik von Charles Isherwood in der New York Times zu Slag Heap ist eher vernichtend, einzig Vincent Kartheiser kommt wieder gut dabei weg:

Sometimes it's the playwrights trying to hit hardest who miss by a mile. "Slag Heap," a new play by Anton Dudley that chronicles the sorry lives of young hustlers in Britain, works pretty hard to inspire uncomfortable squirms, clucks of outrage and gasps of shock. But it is not easy to squirm, cluck or gasp when you're busy stifling yawns.
The play, which opened last night at the Cherry Lane Theater, is a distant, late-arriving cousin of a celebrated work of shock-o-rama theater by Mark Ravenhill, one that caused a stir, and typographical problems for many newspapers, in the late 1990's. (A prim London ticket agent I spoke to memorably called it "Shopping and Flower-Arranging.") Sex, drugs and violence are the familiar appetizer, main course and dessert in this bleak comedy, which evolves, all too predictably, into a morality tale weakly wagging a finger at British social policy.
Vincent Kartheiser, a scruffy pretty boy from television's "Angel," gives the play's most accomplished performance (indeed the only accomplished one) in the central role of Dave, a young hustler with an improbably fervent dedication to his craft. First seen on a street corner in Manchester, turning tricks along with his best pal, Ashley (a twitchy Polly Lee), Dave gets a taste of the higher life when a competitor, Fran (Brienan Nequa Bryant), invites him on a lucrative three-way with a scary character in a limousine.

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