It also leads to a dysfunctional relationship so real it's like spying through someone's living room window. Actors are a marvel to watch as they engage in a psychological warfare. They call each other nasty names, lurching for the jugular. Just when you think you have characters figured out, they pull something unexpected. The Owl and the Pussycat moves at a quick quip.
Scenes take only minutes.
Most jokes hit as does the physical comedy. Lighting reflects moods. Seventies' music entertains between scenes. The play loses momentum in the last scene, which turns macabre. Nevertheless, it's a surreal journey getting there, and some fascinating reality theater pulled off by two talented actors.