Bootycandy, a raucous, raunchy and rule-breaking coming-of-age satire by writer-director Robert O'Hara, just opened Off Broadway at Playwrights Horizons and we loved it. Our own Adam Feldman gave it four stars and praised the "tartly delectable anthology." I'll be reviewing it this weekend for NY1's On Stage (Saturday and Sunday at 9:30am).
Back to the headline: WTF is going on in this shot from Bootycandy, taken by Joan Marcus? We didn't single it out for being cheesy or awkward—as you probably know, there's a whole Tumblr for that. The shot is vibrant, weird, goofy.
Without giving too much away, here goes: As you might have guessed, this is a domestic scene around the family table. From left to right we have son Sutter (Phillip James Brannon), his young sister (Jessica Frances Dukes), his mother (Benja Kay Thomas) and his stepfather (Lance Coadie Williams). Sutter's mother has been droning on about office politics, particularly a coworker who gets on her nerves. The sister ignores them, drawing. The stepfather is immersed in his newspaper, now and then blandly interjecting that Sutter should take up a sport. Meanwhile, our misunderstood, Michael Jackson-styled hero Sutter is trying to explain that a strange man has been following him home from the library. His mother's response: "This school year. No musicals."