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Anger Box: Calling all you sworn enemies of the Lord Jesus Christ, his minions, and his counterparts. Take up your abortion tools and your tempeh-stained copies of The World Famous Atheist Cookbook and hie thee over to the Source Theatre, where Cherry Red Productions is giving a spirited (if decidedly unspiritual) airing to the secular-humanist self-congratulation-fest that is Jeff Goode's Anger Box. Goode, as usual, laces high-concept camp with stinging satire, but he's fighting well above his weight class, using a string of 10 monologues to throw windmill punches at the notion that anyone could possibly believe in God. The playwright settles for tossing out caricatures of the religiose and assorted other nutjobs to all us lefty loosies who revile religion as the root of all evil. The script adds up to a variety show of ridicule, with Goode seeming to hardly care if the monologues thematically converse and the evening quickly sinking into a succession of laugh lines--along with the usual Cherry Red method of fishing for giggles just by saying things like "papal semen" out loud. Even in its funnier scenes, as when the goddess Nike (Monique LaForce) lays out her grudge against the fellow deity who made the brilliantly careerist name change to "God," Box seldom floats above the level of Saturday Night Live set piece. Still, director Michelle T. Hall has inspired her cast, especially Jenny Morris as Charon, the Wisconsin-accented waitress of the underworld, and Kate Debelack, who brings deliciously misplaced intensity to her virgin obsessed with having the pope's baby. "There's something about him," she says. "He's so infallible--you just want to fuck him up!" But Box is really just preaching to the converted. (RLL) Source Theatre 1835 14th St. NW. Fridays & Saturdays at 11 p.m. $15 to Dec. 27 (202) 298-9077

And from Metro Weekly...

Anger Box
by Jolene Munch
Published on 11/13/2003

Someone bounced Jeff Goode’s reality check. The celebrated playwright of such raw works as The Eight: Reindeer Monologues and Poona the Fuckdog and Other Plays for Children is angry, and perhaps justifiably so. His psyche goes under the microscope in full magnification in Cherry Red’s world premiere production of Anger Box.

Sometimes funny, but always politically incorrect, Goode writes with a pen-as-sword mentality, leaving no group unscathed, no person without offense. His ten solo pieces shrewdly examine various facets of opinions on Christianity and other faith-based ideology with humor and boundless voracity. His monologues converge as one long rant, courtesy of ten "Pissy Peeps. " From a moody prostitute sleeping with Satan ("Yes, he’s rough, but so is the commute ") to his psychopath virgin waiting to rock the Pope’s world ("Celibacy sucks ass "), Goode’s characters offer skewed perspectives on the realities of life in America and elsewhere.

Director Michelle T. Hall’s production is straightforward, treating the material with a traditional approach when it should be anything but. Goode’s script offers endless staging opportunities, but Hall’s actors seem confined by the bare space and inhibited by the box itself. The point is missed on a lot of talking heads.

The best scenes of the evening are delivered by Ian Allen in a dry, non-theatrical piece on non-believers; Tony Greenberg’s hilarious Jesus freak cum elfin Santa worshipper; and, in the funniest turn, of the evening, Monique LaForce as a tyrannical Nike, goddess of victory (you know, she did come before the shoe). LaForce offers the most conviction as the narcissistic champion who claims, "This Jesus kid -- he plays a good game, " and "There was a period during the Trojan War when I was named ‘Most Popular Deity’ seventy-nine weeks in a row. Let’s see Britney do that! "

Anger Box is not without its earnest questioning: In the final piece of the evening, Kathleen Akerley offers the best artistic interpretation in the provocative "This Rock, " a monologue about God’s ability to test faith during and after the World Trade Center attacks. Akerley’s beautiful but startling moment of sobriety is the redemptive savior in a brief collection of lukewarm, hit-and-miss scenes.

Anger Box
By Jeff Goode
Through 12/27
Cherry Red
At Source Theatre
1835 14th Street NW
$15
202-298-9077