Some plays get straight to the point.
Others take a little while, but get there eventually, pissing you off in the process. O by Theatre OX exists quite happily on that periphery without attempting to plug that hole in the middle. As we entered the black box space of the LaSalle-SIA Studio Theatre, a bright white light blinded us from the left. But as we walked away from it, we were blinded by bright yellow lights coming straight into our faces. Turn the corner and we were facing our seats.