OFF BROADWAY REVIEW
Catch at your own risk Halley Feiffer’s “I’m Gonna Pray For You So Hard.” It is a powerfully nasty play about two noxious people that might well make you sick to meet them.
It sure did me. I saw the show the other Sunday and subsequently was knocked out all last week with a flu-like misery (not “the” flu, my doctor thinks), which I may well have caught from exposure to the nearly ceaseless venom spewed by the father and daughter who rage through this 90-minute drama.
I say this not without admiration. Feiffer writes terrifically natural dialogue, which Reed Birney and Betty Gilpin enact to harrowing effect.