Years ago I was impressed with a production of Howard Brenton's Bloody Poetry at the L.A. Fringe Fest (if that's what it was called—also saw Ken Mars in a great little production of The Sum of Us). Brenton hasn't been seen much on these shores, and I'm afraid a new production of his Sore Throats won't do much to remedy that. My take here.
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