Theater: Loot

Black comedy has spawned black farce. Loot is a saucy, unremittingly funny play, spewing its deftly poisoned darts at freshly dead mothers, dutiful fathers (Liam Redmond), marriage, the Roman Catholic Church, police stupidity and police brutality. It suffers, as do all "nothing sacred" plays, from the suspicion that the playwright, the late Joe Orton, was shocking no one quite so much as himself.

The loot of the title is stolen money. Two homosexual pals, not immune to heterosexual byplay, have robbed a bank adjacent to a funeral parlor. One of the young men (James Hunter) works at the funeral parlor, and the...

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