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Published on February 28, 2008
This aura is at the very root of Mad Cat's constant success, and it is the reason Some Girls might never find a better home. Through every scene, the weight of past and future betrayals bears down on Guy, his girls, and everybody else in the room — the sense that Guy's confessions have meant nothing, and that there are vast, unsettled debts to be paid. Not only by Guy and not only his girls, but also by anyone who has inflicted incontrovertible harm on another, or had harm inflicted on them. Many questions remain unanswered (Does the title indicate a response to the Rolling Stones' most misogynistic record? Why do all the girls have androgynous names?), but Mad Cat does not deal in resolutions, here or anywhere. Mad Cat is in the accusations business. It is a theater that anticipates consequences and fills all comers with the dread suspicion that those consequences cannot be faced onstage, but only Out There — in the parking lot outside 3000 Biscayne, in the surrounding streets, in the city and world beyond. Which makes this Some Girls neither an escapist retreat from life nor a passive dissection of it. When filing out of the theater, you get the sense it was a warning.