Shit. Meet. Fan. Tells Us Lots That We Already Know
Briefly

The vast set by Clint Ramos, resembling a luxury condo, sets a tone of discomfort, implying that the lavish space is a breeding ground for human selfishness.
Robert O'Hara’s 'Shit. Meet. Fan.' serves as a vulgar critique of male toxicity and white privilege, aiming for satire but falling flat in its delivery.
The script note urges laughter to indict the audience, but does this approach really resonate? The humor feels more like contempt than clever critique.
The play's narrative does nothing to redeem itself, remaining a 'thin, nasty affair' that critiques societal flaws through a lens of overwhelming privilege.
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